tea

Mindful Musings #181

Mindful Musings

I never thought myself an addict

Until I realized

Not a day can go by

Without me

Consuming

Inhaling

Absorbing

The pale beige liquid

Of either a warm decaf vanilla latté

Or a sweet decaf tea,

The same brand my grandmother used,

So that it washes me in warmth

And love.

Perhaps I am addicted

To this morning ritual of

Comfort

Peace

And

Love.

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Good Morning Starshine

The Earth says hello!

Our administrative assistant/superwoman is out of the office today. She was out yesterday as well as the sickness has finally gripped her. I do feel a little bad about it because it seems like she’s got the version of the illness I had.

They’ve been calling my office-mate/brain-sharer and I the ‘Toxic Twins’ which is quite funny.

Since our Superwoman is out of the office I made coffee for everyone. I’m generally here first, and even though I don’t even drink coffee myself, I know my co-workers really enjoy being able to have a hot cup first thing in the morning. We have meetings this morning too that we need to get through. For some of them, being able to do that uncaffienated is frightening. But the pot is on the brew so there’s nothing to fear now.

I have my thermos of tea, as usual, so all is right in my world. It’s nice and warm and lovely.

It snowed last night which has made things interesting so early in the day. Even though I live in freaking Canada and we have snow like, 6 months out of the year, people will still forget how to drive and it will take ages to get anywhere. It’s pretty funny because I now live in a relatively small town so instead of 5 minutes to get somewhere it takes 10.

Not much work has been done on TAK while I’ve been sick. Since we got the notification that the money is on its way, I’ve been dreaming of redoing my office at home and getting things organized and set up the way I like. Since my husband wants a new computer that means I get his old one. My current laptop is less than wonderful. It’s died one too many times. I can’t even have it unplugged because the battery won’t hold a charge.

Hopefully this means that soon I will be able to give you all either another short, or an actual book!

Have a happy Wednesday! The Work Week is almost over! That is, if you work Monday-Friday.

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My co workers

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What Makes You Happy?

I recently received a care package from my in-laws *cough*theyarewaybetterthanyours*cough*.

It is clear that they really know who I am after being married to their son for seven years. In the care package was candy for my husband (he’s got a mega sweet tooth) and for me there were two bags of chips (YEEEES!) and a container of Decafe Tetley tea.

Have I mentioned I love tea?

I have tea every day. EVERY. DAY. I feel sometimes if I didn’t have it I would melt into a puddle and disappear! Maybe that’s the sign of an addiction problem but I don’t think it’s any worse than what most people feel about coffee.

Tea holds a special place in my heart. Not only is it a warm drink that I can enjoy it reminds me of family gatherings and certain family members.

My background is Anglo-Indian. My maternal grandparents were born and raised in India and they attended British boarding school. They only speak English. They are all shades of brown. My grandmother and I would say that we are not white, we’re beige! It actually offends me when someone calls me white. While I am very pale in comparison to some of my relatives (my father is such a white Canadian he glows in the dark hahahaha) I don’t consider myself to be only white.

Growing up in this culture of curry and tea has cemented certain feelings and expectations within me. We would spend any conceivable holiday at my grandparents. There was always tea. As a grandchild it was part of my job to ensure everyone had a cup of tea and to make it how they liked it. This got pretty complicated during big festivities like Christmas and Easter when extended family and friends of my grandparents would come for a visit.

When I lived with my grandparents I was in my late teens and would drink tea more often. I had been drinking regular orange pekoe tea for a long time, but living with them meant I had it multiple times a day. Even now I scour the grocery store to find the brand that they used.

It’s a comfort for me, then, to drink tea. I drink it when I’m stressed; I drink it when I need a pick-me-up in the morning.

When my grandmother passed away I was able to get one of the cup and saucer sets I always used when I was at their house. It sits on a shelf right now because I don’t want to break it. I’m considering putting a small plant in it once I redo my office. Otherwise it’s just collecting dust.

This is what makes me happy. What makes you happy?

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Tea Rules My Morning

Do you have a morning drink? A lot of people I know have to have some sort of beverage in the morning to set off their day right. Most people drink coffee, some people drink an energy drink or a protein shake. Like a lot of other people, I need to drink tea. I have a thermos that I got from Japan that keeps my tea insulated and warm all day. The tea is made at 6:30am or so and is kept warm until I finish it. Sometimes I don’t finish my tea until the afternoon and it’s still warm. I love this thing. It’s by a company called Zojirushi and it’s my favourite purchase.

I generally don’t function properly until I’ve had my tea. I don’t need to drink it all, but I need to drink most of it. Tea has always been very big in my family. We’re Anglo Indian, which just means that we are Indian with British blood mixed in. My family ranges in shades from white to deep brown. I’m around a beige. I get very offended when people call me white. I don’t see myself that way. I prefer to say “I’m not white, I’m beige!”

My grandparents were born and raised in India before they moved to England where my mother was born. But because we have British blood there are a lot of British things we do. Tea is not only a British thing, but it was for my grandparents. There was always a pot of tea on, and as a grandchild it was my duty to serve it to my elders. Aunts, Uncles, my grandparents, parents; we grandchildren had the obligation to do this at family gatherings.

I get very particular about certain foodstuffs because of this. There is only one brand of basmati rice that I will buy and eat, simply for the fact that my grandparents used it. If I could find the tea my grandparents bought, I would. I might have to look online because my usual grocery store doesn’t carry it. They did at one point, and then stopped. There are some Indian foods I can’t eat because my grandmother would have made them in a different way. If it’s not the same, it’s hard to enjoy it.

I was thinking about these things when I was doing some behind the scenes character development for Brexton. I feel like he is a coffee guy; like he needs a warm cup on a regular basis to function. Aldric I think will drink coffee, but he will prefer tea in the end. He has more patience than Brexton. Edessa also would like tea but Gavin and Raelin are coffee people. Vaughn is also a coffee person but Evaristus could go either way. Kokoro and Lot are coffee people. They don’t have the luxury of waiting for tea. They need that caffeine boost to get them through the day.

Will any of this come up in the book? Maybe. I’ve written a part where they’ve woken up and shared a coffee, but now I’m thinking of rewriting that now that I know more about my characters. I’m also thinking of the vessel people will drink from. I feel like Aldric would drink from a cup and saucer if he was offered, but I’m not sure if that would be his vessel of choice. He is very concerned about his appearance so he might opt for a mug. But we’ll see. I’ll get back in there and write the damn thing. We’ll see where it takes me.

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