Tea time
I don’t know what it is about tea bags, but lately I find them SO poignant. It’s like, you’re mindlessly basking in the deliciousness, and then there’s all this WISDOM to be gained. It’s unexpected and delightful, which is, like, WORLDS better than predictable and boring. It really is.
My friend and I were discussing how she wishes attraction and personality weren’t mutually exclusive, because she has a friend who shares her “gutter humor” (which I’d describe as midway between Wayne Brady and dead baby jokes), but she has little to no desire to ever drop trou in his presence. I had no words, but a former bag was pretty insightful:
“All love that has not friendship as its base is like a mansion built upon sand.”
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox, via Cinnamon Apple Spice
Is that NOT f-ing brilliant? And that tea smells like Christmas.
Normally I’d limit myself to evoking one bag’s wisdom per quarter (mama didn’t raise no ho), but this quote was on TWO different bags today. If that’s not the definition of kismet, I don’t know what is.
“It is the mind that makes the body.”
—Sojourner Truth, via Cinnamon Apple Spice AND Mandarin Orange Spice
Sooo according to Ms. Truth, our brains are totally responsible for the existence of our limbs, torsos, sphincters, etc. WHAT?! And all this time, I was believing that whole “When a man loves a woman” thing. Soj just BLEW my mind.
