This morning’s tea time was all about the sun. I sat outside and saw it rise over the houses that surround mine. I felt its warmth on my face and its searing gold light through closed eyes. And I was grateful for a million little things, but most of all, the sun.
Here is something I wrote yesterday:
Each morning, when I take my last sip of tea, I feel the residual warmth of the teacup and I think; How lovely it is that I will carry this moment of peace into my day, just as this teacup carries warmth to my hands after the tea has gone.
It is the fifth day, and I think it will be a good one.
The last few weeks were hard. I was working long hours, not sleeping enough, dragging through each day. And yet, the month of June was flying by, with nothing to tie me to it. I was struggling, so I talked with a friend for a while. She helped me get my head a little sorted, and then she gave me this gift.
The Zen of Wude: Meditations on Buddhist Philosophy, Gratitude, & the Art of Being
She sent me this podcast, which I listened to on Friday night as we drove to Vermont for a restorative weekend of green trees and sunshine with Mr. B’s family. It’s long, but I highly recommend it. For me, it feels like a game changer.
Since Saturday morning, I have been starting each day with a mug of tea and a few moments of peace and stillness. I am trying to practice gratitude and be present. It’s only been four days, but I feel content and full in a way I haven’t in a long time.
I know that I am often excellent at trying new things, and not always excellent at maintaining them, so I’m planning to write here about my meditations on tea and my experience of living mindfully. Because maybe it will help to sustain a thing that is, for now, filling me with peace and joy.
Last weekend, I fell down the blog rabbit hole. It may not look like much is different on the outside, but for me, every tweak to this website is a learning experience. Posts can take hours, between the photo editing, uploading, and tagging, and the post writing and reading and re-reading…
You already know that early in the year, Brian went to London for work, and I tagged along, because how could I not? After the work was done, we decided to spend a couple of days escaping the winter in warm, sunny, Mediterranean Nice.
My second time in London was nice because I didn’t have a big to do list. I checked off most of the major tourist sites back in 2009 while I was studying abroad in Europe, so this time I got to take a deeper dive.
Mr. B and I got dinner at Giulia one Saturday night a few weeks ago, before heading to a comedy show in Cambridge. The comedy show was actually incidental because I made the reservation for Giulia about two months prior. That’s what you have to do to get a table on a Saturday night at Giulia.
In early December, I finally bought the camera I have been lusting after for a year. I hemmed, I hawed, I rented it (twice), then I bit the bullet.
There were a few Boston 50 restaurants that I marked in my mind as good places to go with friends. Most places on the list are a bit spendy and a fair few are for special occasions only, but there are a handful of places that seem low key, affordable, and fun. There’s a barbecue joint in Fenway, and a friendly, delicious Chinese food truck-turned brick and mortar. There’s also one pizza place and this humble little sushi spot.