Yesterday I create a setting for my wife and I on the tea deck in our yard. The air is thick with the blossoming pear trees and moist earth scents, post rain. The cherry tree buds are yet unopened and the Wisteria canopy above the tea deck prepares to bloom into long combs of blue-purple flowers. Breezes busy about the chimes ripple across the amber, tea-filled cups and taunt the burner's flame beneath the tea kettle. We brew a 20 year aged wulong from Taiwan Tea Crafts and the last of a Red Blossom Dong Ding Charcoal Roast tea.
Today I pour a newly opened bag of Taiwan wulong tea gifted to us from a friend whom recently returned from Taiwan. It's always fun receiving tea this way (a bit of tea roulette). She buys two teas for us. I open the larger quantity, cheaper tea curious to see what it will be. It turns out to be a quality, tasty, uniquely floral sweet tea that I brew in a 130ml Petr Novak shib and matching cup. The session is immensely rich and a deep stillness and presence of focus and breath pervades the time...I emerge cleansed. Towards the end I read Thomas Berry's essay "Loneliness and Presence" from his book Evening Thoughts
. The essay's lucidity is a beautiful companion to the pour.