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Creating a Tea Moment or Meditation.

4th October 2017
Anthia Koullouros

Take a moment or two each day to Meditate on Tea.

Ask your self the question? How Do You Want To Feel?

  • Calm
  • Clear
  • Focused
  • Joyful
  • Centered
  • Still
  • Free
  • Abundant
  • Inspired
  • Rested
  • Whole
  • Positive
  • Quiet
  • Serene
  • Solid

Choose your tea based on how you want to feel? The tea I created to inspire stillness is our NO: 32 CLARITY SAGE ORGANIC TEA “Walk among verdant gardens, mastering the art of mindfulness. Cool, calm and collected”.

Choose your favourite tea cup or mug to drink your herbal tisane or infusion cup.

Boil some water and add to your cup or mug to warm.

Place 1 teaspoon of dried tea or herb for every 1 cup (250 ml) of boiled water in a teapot or infuser. Double the quantity for fresh herbs.

Once your tea is made, find a nice quiet place for you to sit and drink it.

Once you’ve sat down, take a moment before starting to “simply sit” with your tea. Notice the aroma of the tea, admire the look and colour of the tea.

Appreciate the cup of tea and everything that had to happen, and the careful balance that had to be maintained, for you to experience this beautiful cup of tea.

Drink your tea. Take it slow, only drinking very small sips at a time. Take a few nice deep breaths before taking another sip. If any thoughts, feelings, or sensations arise while sipping your tea gently acknowledge them and proceed to go back to your meditation.

“Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life”
~
Thich Nhat Hanh

 

The first cup moistens my lips and throat.

The second cup breaks my loneliness.

The third cup searches my barren entrails but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs.

The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration — all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores.

At the fifth cup I am purified.

The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.

The seventh cup — Ah! but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves.

Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.

~Lo T’ung