In many ways, this was a rough week for me. My cold that I thought I’d finally defeated came back and hit sorta hard again for a couple of days and I kept having bits and pieces of all my main fibro symptoms cropping up.
But the hardest part of the week was saying good-bye to tea.
Again.
I discovered I’m still grieving the loss.
See, I had my very good friend Jessica here for a visit (I often call her mei mei, a term of endearment, though the literal Chinese translation is “little sister”). We thought it would be fun for her to cook us an authentic Chinese meal (or at least more authentic than the Americanized “Oriental Buffets” which are so normal here stateside). And one just cannot have a Chinese meal without green tea. So I made a small pot. We used the set Jessica had just brought me back from overseas and I had two small cups. Authentic cups. So we’re talking under 2 oz per filling. Later that night I introduced her to lavender tea which I’d been talking about for months and had a few more cups.
And that was cool. No problem. Simple. Over and done with.
Then the next day I replayed for her the Gung Fu Tea Ceremony we had done at the seminar last October using a wonderful Formosa Oolong. It was really cool because she’d been to a tea ceremony while in Asia and the pot and tray for my set (see photo) were similar to what had been used. We were connecting. It was lovely.
Then she left to return to her sister’s from where she would then return home several states away from where she will soon galavant off to Asia for the next couple of years. And as I was in the kitchen, my “Asiabeat Radio” still playing on Pandora, cleaning up after our tea, it hit me…
I want more tea.
I miss tea. I think it didn’t hit me the night before because those were just small, regular cups of tea. But with our Formosa Oolong that afternoon there was ceremony. It is focused, contemplative, intimate, shared… It takes time. It takes attentiveness. It is calm and peaceful. The water needs brought to the proper temperature. The pot needs warmed. The tea leaves are looked upon and smelled. Then there is the washing – or awakening – of the leaves. The waiting. The pouring into the pitcher. The pouring into the sniffers. The dumping. The smelling. The sipping. Then adding more water and waiting and pouring and sniffing and sipping again.
The waiting periods were not filled with other tasks such as finishing to set the table or turn off the stove or find a good bowl for the fried green beans. There was no prepping for breakfast or getting ready for bed in between heating and steeping. Just time and a friend. Each movement intentional.
I think that’s what I love most about tea. How it begs of you to slow down, focus, minimize movement; watch, wait and discover. So many colors, smells, tastes and textures. So much to explore and enjoy. It is this elusive “way of tea” which I have yet to find a way to implement – to live out – when not actually drinking any tea.
And it took me awhile to figure out, but I am certain now that is what sent me into a two-day funk, grieving again the loss of tea.
I remember during that funk, trying to process it. Why was I so moody? Why did it hit me so hard again? Would this happen after every time I choose to block my medication by going to a tea? (I had figured if I went to a tea up to every other month, that blocking for those 24-hour periods wouldn’t hurt me in the long run.) And, really, how could I ever go into a tea business, serving tea and introducing others to its finer aspects, when I can’t drink it? The latter question was perhaps most daunting. And in many ways it still is…
Yet all this time I was pondering, after I made the initial realization that it was the ceremony, the pause, the seeing, smelling and tasting that got to me, this random bit of scripture kept popping up in the back of my mind:
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Taste and see.
Thursday’s devotional time was out of Psalm 48. I blogged about it here. And what I took away from my time with God that morning was descriptor words of a deepening relationship with my Lord. See. Discover. Know. Consider. Experience. Share. And again later that morning as I was headed to work, one little line kept coming to mind:
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
On Friday my Lectio verses came from Song of Songs. And though I’m not one to totally or solely allegorize the book, with this single state that I am now in, the verses I read pulled my heart and my mind to my relationship with Jesus. In the second chapter, verse fourteen mentions a cleft, a form and a voice and my mind drew correlation to Moses. How he asked to see God’s glory. How God placed him in the cleft of the rock, removing His hand for Moses to see “God’s back” – God’s form – even as the voice of God proclaimed the Name. And I found within myself a deep desire to also say with the bride, “Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely.”
And again that day, over and over, resounding again and again, was this one line:
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Today I accompanied Mom to the “Scoop-a-palooza” at the high school. It’s a fundraiser for the school and basically involves paying a small sum of money to be handed a ticket book (for voting) and a spoon. Then you wander around the half-dozen or so venders trying each of their half-dozen or so selections of ice creams (and some custard and even a couple Italian ices). Now, since I’m not supposed to have sugar, I tagged along to keep Mom company. I figured I’d take a small bite of whichever ones she sampled. But that didn’t last long. There were so many wonderful ice creams there! And the more one tastes, the more one wants.
I came home and settled down for my time with God (after a whirlwind and non-stop morning and afternoon). I wrote in my gift list. I opened my Bible. I looked at my bookmark that lists my current set of Lectio verses. I opened my Bible to Psalms and began to read Psalm 34:8-10. The very first line?
O, taste and see that the Lord is good!
I actually laughed. I laughed hard. And then I spent a long time pondering how that verse wove through my week and through all these otherwise disconnected thoughts and experiences.
I still am not sure how to handle this tea thing. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take running a tea business without being able to drink tea on a regular basis.
But this I do know: I have tasted and I have seen that the Lord is good.
The funk has dissipated now. The sharp edge of the grief has again faded. There is hope and there is within me an even deeper desire to continue to see, know, discover and experience God. For his voice is sweet and his form is lovely. And just one taste is not enough. The more you taste of God’s goodness, the more you want. And the more you see.
The #2334 items on my gift list are proof of that.
Taste and see that the Lord is good!
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