We will snip fresh mint into your tea…

“The Arabs used to say,
When a stranger appears at your door,
feed him for three days
before asking who he is,
where he’s come from,
where he’s headed.
That way, he’ll have strength
enough to answer.
Or, by then you’ll be
such good friends
you don’t care.
Let’s go back to that.
Rice? Pine nuts?
Here, take the red brocade pillow.
My child will serve water
to your horse.
No, I was not busy when you came!
I was not preparing to be busy.
That’s the armor everyone put on
to pretend they had a purpose
in the world.
I refuse to be claimed.
Your plate is waiting.
We will snip fresh mint
into your tea. ”

~ Naomi Shihab Nye, Red Brocade.

Few evening ago, and after a series of long days at work, I was driving home dreaming of arriving, taking my shoes off, rinsing my feet in hot water, and steeping a pot of tea.

By the time all this was done and I was sitting alone at the kitchen table giving tea more time, I realized that this is it, really!

I didn’t want to drink tea.

This was it, all I needed was,

To walk home from my car, parked just far enough. Not too far, my feet were killing me. But not too close. I needed the short walk at dusk. So I can take a little sky and bird song into my dreams.

I needed to run hot water on my feet, then icy cold, to get the sensation back in them,

to wash the tea pot from the leftovers of the day before.

To feel the tea pot like I’m the craftsman making it, shaping the metal. To feel his hands…

To slowly pour the boiling water on the tea leaves. Each leaf telling the story of the hand that picked it.

To walk out, barefoot, and snip fresh mint.

To sit and wait for the tea…

This is it! That was all I wanted…

~ Sawsan

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12 Responses to We will snip fresh mint into your tea…

  1. Simple pleasures, pleasurably wrought and then shared. Life is as good
    As we make it for ourselves and…others. Yes.

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  2. Kiki says:

    YES, I get it (although in my case it’s always an Earl Grey Organic Tea in the morning…) – and today, Sunday, I said over my breakfast tea to Hero Husband: Isn’t that the BESTEST thing to happen every morning, a freshly brewed mug of tea?! I salute you 🙂

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    • Sawsan says:

      ♥️
      Coffee in the morning, made in french press, black, with maple syrup. Because I’m Canadian ♥️

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      • Kiki says:

        Sawsan; this made me smile hugely. Had the visit of my son and partner 2 weeks ago. For HER I bought Canadian Maple Syrup (in France) because she takes black coffee with it, although she is not Canadian. And although I lived in Canada for <2yrs, I never ever took my coffee like that 😉 Isn‘t all this not important, not even terribly interesting and yet, utterly fascinating 😉 😉 😉
        It‘s 05h15 on Monday and Hero Husband just got picked up for a ‚trip‘ to the airport – and I wonder if you might still be up and it‘s still late Sunday in Canada…. Sleep well in that case!

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      • Sawsan says:

        I’ve lived in chicago for the past 15 years.
        Have a beautiful week, Kiki ♥️
        Im still up, not ready for the weekend to be over.

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  3. Dale says:

    What a beautiful post, Sawsan.
    The little things mean so very much. The ritual of preparing to enjoy, either alone or with someone, taking the time..
    Bliss.

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  4. Writer Lori says:

    This post made me smile, Sawsan, as I often feel the same way about my morning coffee. The ritual—washing the pot, grinding the beans, inhaling the fragrance, listening to the brewing—is as satisfying as the beverage itself. Wishing you an easy start to your week….

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