Today I have a guest post from a friend, Susie Finkbeiner. Not only is she sweet, caring, and very brave she’s also a published author! Her books “Paint Chips” and “My Mother’s Chamomile” are excellent. If you haven’t checked them out yet, you must! Click HERE to see her books or Here to check out her blog. Also leave a comment on this blog to win a prize package that includes a paint chips note book (get it) and a tin of my very favorite imported tea! Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful thoughts. Here’s Susie:
“I can’t sleep.” My daughter stood in the living room in her horse pajamas, hair full of static from tossing and turning. “I’m not tired.”
“Well, honey,” I said from my writing desk. “You really need to get some sleep. It’s a school night.”
“I know.” She pouted. “But I can’t make myself be tired.”
She climbed up into my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. These moments are rare, so I let her snuggle for a few minutes.
“Hey,” I kissed the top of her head. “You want some fairy tea?”
She nodded then looked at me with a gorgeous smile.
While the water warmed, I measured the leaves into a tea ball. The fairy tea. It’s nothing magical, not really. Just a mix of peppermint, rose, lavender, and chamomile. But my daughter swears it is magic. After all, it’s fairy tea.
She sipped from the mug, telling me that it was working already. Within moments, she was yawning. Rubbing her chocolate brown eyes. She let me carry her to bed and tuck her in.
Nothing magic. Just tea. Bits of leaves and dried out flowers. Hot water. A favorite mug. A couple snuggles and kisses.
In my novel My Mother’s Chamomile, my character Gretchen has a garden full of the ingredients to make fairy tea. It’s her method of comforting those she loves. More than once, a steaming cup of tea is shared. But it’s more than just tea.
It’s life that is shared.
Tea encourages us to slow down. Take time to boil water. Be intentional about measuring the leaves. Exercise patience while the tea steeps and breathe in the aromatic steam. Enjoy the company of a friend, special somebody, or a sleepless child.
And all that from a teaspoon full of dried leaves.
Maybe it is magic after all.
Your turn to share. What’s your very favorite kind of tea? Not a tea drinker? What’s your favorite beverage to share with a good friend?