I know, I know, how stereotypically British could I get. But there’s something to be said about a good cup of tea, especially on a cold, rainy, windy and dark day like the ones we’ve been having recently. Being inside when it’s howling a gale outside certainly makes me feel snug and, I’m not gonna lie, a bit smug.
Moreover there really is something meditative about making a cup of tea; it’s ritualistic, and it cannot be rushed. Zen masters even said you could find peace in something as simple as making a cup of tea, as long as you are fully absorbed in that task.
I love a warming cup of tea, and the act of making it. It’s not something you can really do in a Starbucks; sure, you can get a cup of tea, but there’s not the same ritual, or spirit of community in it. I remember in my second year of university, me and all my friends would take a tea break at the same time: we’d brew up, have a biscuit and a natter, and generally decompress from the heavy academically-focused work we were occupied with all hours of the day. I’m absolutely certain it helped my productivity, and it my soul untold amounts of good.
So yes, I know it’s clichéd, and I know it’s a small thing to be this grateful for. But that’s the point of mindfulness; finding the good in everyday. And after all, it’s the little things that add up to the big moments in life.
What’s your favourite small luxury? And when was the last time you had a good old fashioned cup of tea?
Lots of love,