My cup of tea.

I had the best sleep last night. I have been awake since 7:00 am, and after reading for a little while, I got up to face the day. My usual breakfast of cereal and milk were followed by my first tea of many that will be enjoyed today. This one was served in a cup of the yellow hue I love.  Being up and on the go early on Saturday mornings has always offered me a great deal of contentment. Aside from my softly snuffling PJ as she makes her way between her food dish, to her bed, and back again, the silence of the house roars in my ears. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. Rather, it’s reassuring. In these moments, I am just as at peace as I am when I take in a sunrise, sunset, or the wonder of a moonlit sky.  Recently, I encountered a quotation that has been attributed to one Catherine Douzel. Though I was unable to uncover much about her authorship, the words resonate: “Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.” I spend a lot of my life musing, and the voyages offered ...