Tuesday, 15 June 2010
A Cup of Tea
Never thought about why I wanted to make a cup of tea when things got wry. Its been an adage of sorts, to make tea for people when there is distraught amidst/amongst them. Its been made through history in moments of all kinds - happy or otherwise. Ive been able to afford tea when Ive been broke and unable to afford beyond the basic grocery items like bread egg butter and milk to last a week or more. Tea has been a consistent friend; dependable, available, complacent.
I realise how I turn to tea when Im being restless, or numb, or troubled, or simply just alone (or wishing to remain alone) - there it is, by my side, waiting to be reached out to and sipped from, or just quietly sitting by my side completely okay with being left untouched and running cold. It never complains. Its always just there.