January 2011
1 post
cup of despair
I sometimes cannot decide whether I want coffee or tea in the mornings. Usually, cold water will do to toss me into the day. But, every so often, a lingering mélange of emotions beckons to come to the surface as I sip on a hot cup of tea or coffee. But which one?
When I want tea, I want lightness of spirit. I want a sense freshness to appear, for composure, serenity, and alignment to settle over...