Posts Tagged ‘tea leaves’
February 1st, 2010 Posted 11:07 am
Yesterday was a day of remembering. And the thing is, I didn’t realize until I was outside with Ravynn and Whisper this morning while they waited for the bus.
The day started with a drive out to Camp Chesterfield for the tea reading seminar. I’ve never read tea leaves, but I really want to! So, I’m hunting for loose tea through a couple of websites that were suggested by friends. I’ve spent some time looking at Stash Tea and Special Teas is next! I’m also hunting down tea cups with plain white interiors on Ebay. I’ve found I set that I like and I’m waiting for an answer from the seller about the inside.
There wasn’t a great depth of information provided at the seminar, but there was enough that I’ll feel comfortable giving it a go once I have everything I need. The process for the readings is fairly simple:
- Brew a HOT pot of tea with loose tea
- Pour a cup
- Drink most of it. Sipping the tea will allow your aura to infuse with the tea and will give a proper reading.
- When the tea is mostly gone and there are dregs showing in the bottom, hold the cup in your left hand and swirl it three times.
- Place the saucer upside down over the cup and flip it all together and all at once, so the cup is sitting upside down on the saucer [which is right-side up].
- Turn the cup three times and end it with the handle facing you/the reader.
- Lift the cup and explore the patterns left by the leaves.
The suggestion was to use a cup with a white interior so the leaves are easier to see. Patterns on the left of the cup indicate the past; patterns near the rim indicate the present/near future. Dark leaves indicate a man; light leaves indicate a woman.
I need to do more research to learn the meaning of specific symbols. I’d hoped the class would touch on that more, but it didn’t.
What the class did focus on was the importance of drinking tea for health – both physical and emotional. The mention of tea parties for children brought back lovely memories of sitting in the living room at my grandmother’s home with my Aunt Lois. She drank tea ALL the time and made cups for my sisters and I when we went to visit – which was quite often as we were lucky enough to live across the street. We sat and drank tea while we watched Grandma crochet or put together puzzles.
Aunt Lois taught us to embroider and let us help her with projects. Now I have to wonder exactly how much help we were 🙂 The tea seminar really reminded me of those days, which was nice. We lost Grandma in 1979 and lost Aunt Lois in the summer of 2008. I always think of them when I have a strong black tea. I will continue to do so.
After we came home, we had bags of loot to sort – BAGS. I attempted to take photos in order to share the before and after [as many of these items will become one-of-a-kind items for Bats! meow…] but I hit some strange combination of buttons on my camera which changed the options to Black & White photos. You really need to see the color on these! So after I call customer service and get that straightened out, I’ll be able to share! As we were digging through the old costumes, we checked the tags and waistbands for the ever-present name in Sharpie ink that told us who they used to belong to. Some of these clothes belonged to girls who were smaller than Ravynn and Whisper when we met them. Eric and I started working with the studio in 1988, when he was a college freshman. We entertained the kids for hours with stories of when their ballet teachers were little and with descriptions of past choreography.
The evening ended with the Grammys. Normally, we skip them. This year, however, Whisper had begged us for days to pick up 3D glasses at Target and we were ready for the Michael Jackson tribute. I was pleased that they were broadcasting expected air times for performances as the show progressed. 10pm… almost two hours past the girls’ bedtime and an hour past the boys’. With a quick reminder that they’d have to get up for school with NO complaints, we agreed to let them stay up. I joked on my personal Facebook profile that I was ‘the worst mother ever,’ but I’m glad we made the decision we did. Instead of watching covers of his more successful songs, we were treated to a celebration of his humanitarian efforts. I cried. I did. Whisper did too. She didn’t know who he was prior to his passing, but has since become his biggest fan – even asking for an MJ birthday party in February. Because of her tears, she snuggled up onto my lap and sat for a few extra minutes and was treated to seeing his two oldest children accept an award on his behalf. Children should not lose their parents so young. Everyone felt that.
This morning the girls hopped out of bed while the boys dragged their way through the morning [much like mama!] and I treated them to some music during breakfast. We listened to Michael because his CD was in the CD player. As we waiting outside for the bus, Whisper looked up at me and said, “The next time I hear ,Remember the Time,’ I’m going to dance because it’s good to remember and we should be happy when we remember love.”
Remember. And dance.
January 28th, 2010 Posted 9:52 pm
I’ll share my notes. I hope you enjoy.