Live according to the seasons
In the town where I was born
Things have gotta have a reason
The sun don’t come before the dawn
(Thanks again, Antje.)
How did I lose another week? Another week of that snow smell and guitar lessons and Nordique redheads I never asked out again. Lost to the trappings of life. So much has happened, and yet nothing has changed, though things will be different soon enough. And while I wish I could say that I had more to say about it all, I don’t.
Over some ancient moonlight white tea, Heather G asked how my belief in Taoism was going. It made me realize I hadn’t thought about it in a while, which is exactly the point. I’ve been trying not to try to act, and just been acting. Doing my best not to over-think things. Taking it one call, one conversation, one day, one week at a time.
The decorations look neat. I wonder if the teahouse owner is Chinese, nowadays even Chinese use tea cups, those look like rice bowls. Some Chinese still use bowls for Chinese wine though.
Hey, good to know that you’ve reached another level of Taoism.
As far as I could tell, the owner wasn’t Chinese but a British ex-pat with a posh accent who really knew her stuff.
The teacups were fantastic; they fit nicely in your hand with a very nice lip on them, and the rim was high enough that you didn’t burn your fingers. All the little details about this tea shop were spot on.