When life spins
Like the pinwheels in my garden to frighten the crows,
And I am unable to focus or fly away,
Transfixed by the blurry metallic glare...
It is time to pour the tea.
When a friend cries and cries
And I stand on the grass barefoot
Trying to be a grounded listener but feeling as helpless
as the dandelion seeds I kick into the air…
It is time to pour the tea.
When the water is not pristine,
When my favorite cup is missing,
When my hands are shaking-
especially there…
It is time, we must make the time
To pour the tea.
Rise untethered.
Move with intention.
Be grand.
