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A sacrifice-yes- and what a sweet sacrifice it is. I am always happy to sacrifice a few spare hours in the day on the alter of tea. Always good to meet others for whom tea is as you say a love affair. I couldn’t agree more.
I am a novice in tea. I am rather poor and I can’t travel to Asia….I buy most of my tea and teaware off the internet. Am I decieving myself if I feel I can really “taste” the tea if I do it here in the US? I love tea, but I somehow feel that I am just cheapening the expericence if I don’t go to the misty mountians where the sages live. I am in Hollywood, the land of illusion and delusion. Can tea really be had here?
The movement towards insight is an inner one, as is the course the tea travels after it passes your lips. Where in the world your are is far less important than the attitude you bring to your tea. Even the greatest quietude is an inner one–a silence that is unruffled even in a commotion like LA. The ancients Daoist cloudwalkers you alluded to said the heart was the deep, dark stillness beneath the surface of the windswept lake.
In the tea space you can indeed travel through the leaf to the very same mist-shrouded peaks and craggy clefts as the ancients, and the bamboo grove, the serenity and its wisdom, will all be within your mind.
August 19th, 2008 at 9:51 pm
Tea is a True Love affair. A Sacrifice, or to gain back humanity? Beautiful story.
Thankx. - Toki
August 21st, 2008 at 4:05 am
A sacrifice-yes- and what a sweet sacrifice it is. I am always happy to sacrifice a few spare hours in the day on the alter of tea. Always good to meet others for whom tea is as you say a love affair. I couldn’t agree more.
November 29th, 2008 at 6:50 am
I am a novice in tea. I am rather poor and I can’t travel to Asia….I buy most of my tea and teaware off the internet. Am I decieving myself if I feel I can really “taste” the tea if I do it here in the US? I love tea, but I somehow feel that I am just cheapening the expericence if I don’t go to the misty mountians where the sages live. I am in Hollywood, the land of illusion and delusion. Can tea really be had here?
December 1st, 2008 at 3:36 pm
The movement towards insight is an inner one, as is the course the tea travels after it passes your lips. Where in the world your are is far less important than the attitude you bring to your tea. Even the greatest quietude is an inner one–a silence that is unruffled even in a commotion like LA. The ancients Daoist cloudwalkers you alluded to said the heart was the deep, dark stillness beneath the surface of the windswept lake.
In the tea space you can indeed travel through the leaf to the very same mist-shrouded peaks and craggy clefts as the ancients, and the bamboo grove, the serenity and its wisdom, will all be within your mind.
Stay on the path. It leads somewhere.