Falling in Love at the Tea House
Earlier this week, I was “stuck” in Austin. It was afternoon rush hour, and I didn’t feel like fighting traffic to get home. I called a friend and bribed her with an offer of dinner if she’d help me pass the time until rush hour was over. She suggested meeting at a tea house near her work, to which I agreed.
I arrived frazzled and out-of-sorts. The last few days had been busy, even frantic at times. I looked over the tea menu, and ordered a house-blend that was purported to be vata soothing. Oooh, and soothing it was… I don’t know if it was something in that tea, or if it was simply the act of sitting down and drinking a warm, smooth brew, but I could feel the tension and stress melting away bit by bit. It became easier to breathe. I could feel consciousness settling back into my body, instead of hovering in my head and above.
Before I left, I bought some of that vata-soothing blend, and their shanti (tulsi) blend as well. I’ve had tea before; all sorts of tea. This incredible sensual experience, however, is when I fell in love with tea.
photo credit: geekgirlunveiled
