When you come in, we chat about the painting for a bit. Tea is steeping, a nice chai, but when I lift the kettle to pour, nothing comes out.
There's clearly some tea in there, we can smell it. I shake the pot a little, then set it down on the hot plate and look it over. "Something's blocking it!"
Now, this is a ceramic teapot my daughter made, not some metal thingy with a lid designed to be open or not, depending on how you put it on.
I look inside. There's nothing blocking it, at least nothing I can see. The tea bag is where it's supposed to be, on the other side of the pot from the spout, still attached to the little string that I wound around the handle.
Suddenly, She is there, singing softly. I put the lid back on and pout tea--three mugs, though the Singers rarely materialize enough to drink. But it's the principle of the thing. She is welcome, and so are her blessings, trust, joy, patience, creativity, hope, and sometimes even miracles.
We drink, and a cloud of fragrant steam rises from her cup. Then warmth surrounds you like a hug or a lacy knitted shawl. In her ongoing song, you hear the words, "trust yourself".
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the Singer of the Chalice, reversed
Date: 2017-03-13 08:39 am (UTC)There's clearly some tea in there, we can smell it. I shake the pot a little, then set it down on the hot plate and look it over. "Something's blocking it!"
Now, this is a ceramic teapot my daughter made, not some metal thingy with a lid designed to be open or not, depending on how you put it on.
I look inside. There's nothing blocking it, at least nothing I can see. The tea bag is where it's supposed to be, on the other side of the pot from the spout, still attached to the little string that I wound around the handle.
Suddenly, She is there, singing softly. I put the lid back on and pout tea--three mugs, though the Singers rarely materialize enough to drink. But it's the principle of the thing. She is welcome, and so are her blessings, trust, joy, patience, creativity, hope, and sometimes even miracles.
We drink, and a cloud of fragrant steam rises from her cup. Then warmth surrounds you like a hug or a lacy knitted shawl. In her ongoing song, you hear the words, "trust yourself".