Not that tea groupies like Virginia need an excuse to consume more favorite teas (and try new ones) but January is National Hot Tea month. As such, today Virginia is sharing a favorite past blog post about teabags, teacups and all kinds of women.
My sister sent a special card with this quote on it. As an avid tea drinker, I brew pots and cups of tea all day long: green teas, black teas, rooibos and herbal teas. My stash of over 60+ teas fills an entire cabinet. Even though I try to use them up, there are always so many interesting teas to try whilst gadding about (and we must keep tea businesses thriving.)
Some tea snobs only drink loose leaf tea, but I’m an equal opportunity tea drinker utilizing loose leaf AND tea bags depending on the time of day, mood or whatever. So, this quote got me thinking about women, teabags, and teacups.
There are many different kinds of teacups, just like there are many different kinds of women: shy, authoritative, introverts, extroverts, reticent, magnanimous, leaders, servers, thinkers, doers, tall, short, thin, traditionally-built, well-rounded, well-grounded, flighty…
Some of us are fragile, like this china tea cup. (Note the rose!)
This is one of Mama’s porcelain cups, a treasured memory of countless shared teatimes. Like her, it’s so very beautiful. It’s also a reminder of how she loved blue birds and appreciated the beauty of creation: a conscious choice that can elevate our minds and spirits, especially when times are tough.
Some of us are like this sturdy, favorite hand-pottered mug. Unique. Like turtles on a fence post we may be placed somewhere not of optimal choosing, but the teabags of our lives give strength to others when tempests arise.
We women are a diverse bunch, like this Kenyan cup and saucer from a tea set made by women in Nairobi. When the disparate parts of our lives tear us apart, we can drown in our sorrows, or swirl them together into something beautiful for God and for others. We can choose joy, even when suffering limits the strength of our teabags.
And some of us are just ordinary, like this Spode tea cup I use every morning. It’s a little cracked around the edges and well worn over many years, yet it’s still a beautiful cup. That’s the thing – we women come in all shapes, sizes and hues, yet most of us lead ordinary lives. As the hot water of life’s challenges steep us, we may get a little cracked around the edges, but in time we can find we are stronger because of what we have endured.
We may be ordinary, yet extraordinary, because …we are WOMEN!
Virginia : )