Hot Tea for Me

Tea time is a ritual for me. It has been as far back as I can remember. When my sister and I would return home from school, Mom was always there to put the water on to boil. She would make a pot of tea and the three of us would gather to talk about the day. It was our oasis, our energy boost. Dad would be home later, but until then, it was just the girls.

I am convinced that our daily tea parties cemented our relationships. I hear tales of women who fight with their sisters and mothers and daughters. They do not find comfort in each others' presence. They do not re-live their days with drama and understanding and laughter.

My sister used to make tea for her daughters and herself when they returned home from school. The tradition continued in their household and their tight-knit family shows the results.

We have no children of our own in our lives, but my husband and I are both tea drinkers. When one or both of us have the urge for tea, the production begins. Choose a cup or mug to fit your mood. Select the tea. Boil the water (only on the stove, not the microwave!). Watch the steam rise as you pour the water. Wait. Add the sugar and the milk. It is a ritual every day that we cherish. We are bonded by the blend.

Even when I have a moment to myself and tea time arrives (which can really be any time), I honor my heritage and do not rush the ritual. When my cup is full, I find some small corner of the world, and I gently relax into memories of my mother, my sister, my nieces, my husband, my Grandfather Great Spirit. I am never alone when I sip a cup of hot tea.