I've never been a big coffee drinker... I've dabbled with lattés and cappuccinos, but it never really dug its talons deep. My favorite is peppermint tea with dried tea leaves from the garden and a dollop of honey. I think if you inhale deep enough, you can actually smell the sweetness of the summer garden...
In saying that, I love the smell of coffee. It makes me dizzy and stop in my tracks. Rich and deep and earthy... I love it. I think to me, coffee, and tea, for that matter, is more about about the act of it... of slowing down and sitting with a friend, or just taking time out for yourself. The past couple weeks have been insanely busy. So much so that I haven't had time for my morning cup of tea. As I sit here now, dark clouds outside, rain on the window, a cup of tea warming my face and hands... I realize that this... writing every day... has become my cup of coffee. In addition to not having time to drink a cup of tea, I have not had time to write... or reflect... and it has left me feeling that something is missing. I've barely acknowledged that this is a new year... I've yet to really consider the next 12 months, where I'm going to go and what I'm going to create...
Yes, I have a lot of tea drinking to do... xoxo
