Drink tea in silence with your eyes closed, feel its spirit warming your heart, feel its heart clearing your spirit.
Feel the strenght of a thousand beads of fragile lotus pollen.
Feel the agile hands of the old lady who climbs on the tea tree to pluck the leaves.
Let it make its way in your body, slowly, in dark pink, ocean green, morning sun yellow waves. Let its water be like love. Drop by drop, patiently, humbly, it will make its way through your darkness, through your wounds. And it will heal them, the Golden Elixir.
The first time you laid eyes on them you felt they were family. They have this rooted kindness, the soft soothing voice of masters. In their tea house, in the middle of flower's beauty and beautyfull people, you feel at home.
They see you, as the tired queen that you are. And they give you their medecine in abondance. They keep the tea flowing, they keep the Qi flowing.
You come back every day, there is no other place you'd rather be. You'd rather be here and now.
When it is time to part, to take your flight back to your country, you bow to them because you dont dare touch them, you dont feel worthy of their embrace.
They bow to you, smiling.
But right before you jump on the taxi, they give you a warm hug, blessing you for your journey with tea and Qi.
Your bottle is full of the wonderful magical lotus tea they pick themselves in the mountains and you know everything is going to be fine.
All my love @hienminhtea
Aurelie Rueff - 23rd Dec 2022
