Chai Tea

Silence falls on the day; a day of office meetings about presentations and podium design, a train station tutorial, walking whilst dodging the rain and people not looking where they are going, cooking late, never getting home in the light, busy-ness, bustle, and political blustering or should that be bullying? And then an evening pot of tea but not the usual ‘default setting’ choice of tea. I reach for a different tea pot, a different tea tin and a different china cup.  In doing this I reflect on where the tea pot was purchased (Beijing), the tea was purchased (Borough Market) and the China cup was purchased (John Lewis).  Places as varied as my experiences of today.  As I sit and sip my tea, surrounded by silence, I sense how each item and experience, echoes in my being.  It is time to rest, to land, and to question why I reached for the tea with a hint of spice?