Fortunately I know just the remedy for days like this! I get up, fill the kettle, and brew the tea. I choose Keemun this morning. I love the delicate aroma that rises from the cup as the leaves unfurl. I have read that Keemun is best enjoyed with toast and marmalade! It is also China's "King of the Red Teas."
A wave of calmness descends over me as I sip my tea and I remembered a poem by Macrina Wiederkehr, part of which goes like this:
"The quiet in me smiled on my noise, the slow in me smiled on my hurry
and my life miracled into a calm on the lake..."
It's been my experience when I feel the turmoil inside me in my attempts to be superwoman, that embracing the chaos, welcoming the clamour and seeing them as friendly visitors, puts them to rest, so to speak. Perhaps they lose their power and control when I receive them as guests and pour them some tea. They become more agreeable!
"I was asked not to run away from my noise and my hurry
But to enter it and embrace it most gently..."
[caption id="attachment_1756" align="aligncenter" width="640"] The quiet in me smiled on my noise[/caption]
I'll go now and fix some toast and marmalade. There's still some Keemun in the pot and there's a full and exciting day ahead!