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A #Cup of Tea and #Peace

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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

It’s been almost two years since I really gave serious thought and enthusiasm to writing my blog. I’ve missed it. Yet, even though I missed it, I felt there were shackles holding me back. Not even holding me back, but crushing me into immobility and worst of all, silence. Whilst I will talk in later blogs about the past two years, today I’m just setting the stage and being totally honest, a rarity in many circles.

I had a rough night on Saturday night, sleepless until dawn, although I rarely speak of it.
During my wonderfully deep sleep, I had a dream. I was on a windswept beach, a house (where I lived) in the distance and the rolling waves of the ocean coming into the bay constantly. The emptiness of the beach didn’t matter, I felt so totally at peace that it was almost like an aphrodisiac. It felt almost as if it was drawing me to it. Am I meant to simply pack up and go searching for this Nirvana like place? The idea is incredibly attractive. However, the most important fact if all was the overwhelming thought;

“I CHOOSE TO BE AT PEACE.”

It seems that most of my life I’ve been searching for that simple thing – PEACE! All the “Self Help Gurus”, “Professional Development Gurus”, “Spiritual Gurus of New Age Spirituality ” had failed to help me reach that simple state – PEACE. Yet this little dream had shown me that it was there all along and the rolling waves of the ocean had rolled back the blocks preventing me from feeling amazingly at ease within myself. It cannot be found “out there “and all the guided meditations under the sun won’t get you there until you find “YOUR KEY”.

What was the “KEY?” For me it was simply “ALLOWING”.

Strange isn’t it, until you know that for the majority of my life I had struggled to control events in order to get through each day, each challenge, and each individual moment and appear to have everything “under control”. Being in control was the sole way of retaining my sanity, or so I thought. By “Allowing”, I was allowing whatever happened to simply happen and letting it flow past in the River of Life.

I also realised I had no need to try to save or change it. My Being does not require anything other than to BE. – I have no need to try to affect it in any way, other than to simply BE true to myself and allow peace to flow over and through me at all times.

A#Cup of Tea and #Peace

Orchids always peaceful.

Now I am able to release the past in truckloads. hurts from words or deeds, done or undone are flowing past in that River of Life. I can finally release the feeling of being crushed by the virulent attack by a supposedly Spiritually Advanced lady who called herself my “MENTOR” and “FRIEND” yet dumped on me without the courtesy of seeing or speaking to me. Her heart wrenching, demeaning words have been shown to be worth less than the air time it took to send me a text message on Face Book. The accusations she accepted so readily shown to be lacking in truth, honesty and respect.

That said, thanks to her words and wounds, I have plagued and tormented myself enough by what she said, trying to understand who could have said something to make her change her opinion of me when I have known her for twenty years. Known her and shared my private information with her during a psychic session which was used to rip me apart.

Yet now it’s gone. PEACE has been granted by a higher power and I am deeply grateful for that. Universal Laws have a way and means of correcting everything. She, the apparently undisputed Authority on all things Metaphysical, “HAS NO POWER OVER ME.”

A #Cup of Tea and #Peace

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“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

So, after all the hurt and pain she helped create over these past two years, I can say I am at peace. Peaceful and Content. If she should happen to see tis, or hear of it, and is able to honour her invitation – “A cup of tea at my table at any time”, then I would be delighted to accept. After all, she offered that and more several times at least.

“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”  ― Fred Rogers

Know that you are always loved.

Blessings,

Susan ❤

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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
C.S. Lewis

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There is something uniquely restorative about a good cup of tea. I’m not sure why this should be so, but it is most definitely true for me, and for many people I know.  So, since I’m recuperating, I decided it would be a great idea to treat myself to a nice cup of French Earl Grey tea.  I have only recently been introduced to French Earl Grey, but having been a devotee of Earl Grey for many years I was delightfully surprised to find this fragrant blend.  It has a beautiful floral bouquet which is quite different from the traditional bergamot  flavour, but equally as delicious.

OK, so we have established that I like my tea, especially French Earl Grey and I can wax lyrical if given half a chance. But what happens when this restorative little break goes awry?   As I mentioned I’m “recuperating” so rather than make a large pot of tea I decided to use the tea leaf infuser and simply make one cup, although one is rarely enough!

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This wonderful little gadget is spring-loaded. In fact, now that I think about it most weapons usually are!  So, the tea ceremony begins, kettle boiled, cups warming nicely, the special bag of tea is carefully opened and the infuser is gripped firmly in hand. I should also mention at this point that it was the first time I had used the infuser. Under normal circumstances a pot of tea is the way to go.

Now, there are no instructions with this gizmo, mainly due to the fact that it belonged to my husband, but really, how difficult could it be?  So the dry infuser was dipped into the bag to grab a suitable quantity of tea leaves. A little tight getting the infuser open in a small packet but I managed. As I lifted it from the packet I realised it was quite full, in fact over full.

It is at this point that I should have paused to think about what I was doing. I’m falling back on the fact that I am recuperating and therefore may not be thinking very clearly.  I began to carefully, or so I thought, open the infuser to allow some of the leaves to fall back into the bag. As my thumb slipped on the infuser so did the bag slip in my other hand. The infuser took on a life of its own and sprang open instead of closed.  Beautifully coloured tea leaves sprayed in an arc from my head to my waist and all over the cups! Spluttering tea leaves from my mouth and blinking them from my eyelashes I debated on what had gone wrong.

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It almost smelled like rose petal confetti, with an aroma of other flowers and of course tea.  It wasn’t having the restorative effect I’d had in mind either.  So, I frenziedly brushed the tea from my hair, eyes and clothes, cleaned up the tea cups and kettle and started afresh, being very mindful of the spring-loaded weapon I would have to master.

It wasn’t an elegant picture I painted as I struggled to master my nemesis, the tea infuser, but I did eventually have a cup of tea.  A sense of inner peace has been restored and of course, now I am sipping calmly on my cup of tea, gratitude that I am once more recuperating peacefully.

It was a hard-won  battle to retain any peace or gratitude, especially as my husband had to hide his smothered chuckles at the sight of me coughing and spluttering tea leaves and bedecked like dried tea plants. Should I also be grateful that I brought some levity to his workaday activities?

Tea, shared and savoured, and laughter, what better medicine to recuperate with…. I think I’m more than grateful for that.  My lesson for the day – when making tea it is always a good idea to ensure you are mindful by BEing present whilst handling contrary contraptions. Then I can be grateful for a wonderful cup of tea.

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“There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.”
Lin Yutang, The Importance Of Living

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