I was in a local bookstore picking up some treasures, and I came across the most lovely teapot.
But it got me thinking about the little pleasures in life. The simple things that are often overlooked…like…
I’ve always had a fascination with teapots, and I’m not really sure where it comes from. Maybe it’s childhood memories of Alice in Wonderland, Mary Poppins, or just a fascination with British culture in general. Maybe it’s because, in every good book that’s near and dear to my heart, tea plays a welcome and comforting factor. Did you ever think about the history of an old teacup? Where has it been? What has it seen? Where will it go long after it has served its purpose for you? Silly, I know, but I often think of these things.
I often think of the stories that can come just from the teapots and musings…
Sitting in a bookstore, with a cup of tea in one hand, pen and paper in the other.
Sitting, sipping, waiting for life to begin?
Sitting, sipping, taking a break from the daily swirls of chaos that can engulf ones senses.
Sitting, sipping, wondering what it would be like to be someone else,
The warm liquid can often calm the soul…
..bring clarify when it is most needed.
Inspiration comes in the unlikest places.