It’s cold and rainy outside. I’m at work early snuggling with the studio cat Charlie. I had a hot cup of coffee this morning on the way in, but realised as I was making tea for the students upstairs (soon to finish class), there is not much better on a cold rainy October morning (or evening for that matter) than a large, hot, flavourful cup of tea.
At the studio I work at (Hari Om Yoga) we provide complementary herbal tea to shoppers and students. We regularly stock tea from David’s Tea (multiple locations) and Tea Time (North Vancouver). Among my favourites are David’s Tea’s Pink Flamingo, Crème Brulée, Baked Apple (ohmygodsogood!) and Exotica. From Tea Time, their Honey Lavender, Corsican Pear, Blueberry Bang and Rose Petals blends rock my socks.
There are many reasons tea is a beautiful thing. It smells delicious. It looks delicate and heavenly. Dried tea has a beautiful sound when shaken in the bag before steeping. A nice cup of tea smells and tastes so brilliant. Good tea is worth discussing. It creates community and better health. Tea feels good to drink – promoting warmth, comfort and balance. It’s hydrating after a yoga class. Tea can lift your spirits or provide grounding, depending on your mood. Have I mentioned it tastes great?
I could go on and on about the marvels of a great cup of tea on a cold, rainy day. Instead, I’ll finish with an anonymous poem that sums it all up perfectly:
When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance,
There is solace in its taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.