Ritual

... sleep has slipped away... daylight appears as my mind configures all that needs to be done in time that does not allow... 

4am tea lures me to the tea project and connections made through the ritual of writing and sending cards... 

day 115 received a poem of tea one composed in covid isolation

i imagine the writer supping tea poured from a pot like this one...

the tea poem RITUAL has a dedicated tea talk diary page - seek it out