Come and sit down in my kitchen and I'll make us a cup of tea! There's some homemade bread and jam, just help yourself! Oh, you can hang your coat up on the hook beside the fire.
I’m not quite sure what it is about tea (a cup of tea especially) but it appears to bring such comfort to the human kind. My dear and unassuming husband is the exception as he has never drank a cup of tea in his life...very strange!
At our home for waifs and strays, the kettle rarely gets cold. There is always someone popping in for something or another, or just for a chat. I always switch the kettle on even before they are seated. And if I am busy, then the visitor will usually carry out the task automatically. It seems that this is a very welsh thing to do.
It is almost as if everything dissolves in the steam that evaporates into you face. No worries, no stress, all washed away in a moments connection with the tea. If only it were that simple!
But for awhile, tea does seem to comfort people. It feels easier to talk perhaps, with ones hands wrapped around a hot cup or mug. Tea shops are becoming quite popular. I often meet up with friends and family in a tea shop by the sea...just the thought of it makes me feel warm inside. No matter how far I roam, I will always look forward to a cup of tea at the other end.
There are so many types of teas today, far too many to mention here but I’m sure many of you would have tried at least one or two or even more. Just writing about it makes me want to put the kettle on...just wait a moment please!
Watching the steam come from the kettle, even before I fill the teapot (we still use a teapot at our home for waifs and strays)makes me feel trapped in its spell....not a bad feeling, even if only for awhile!
Below is a poem I discovered and written by a woman called Naomi Shihab Nye...enjoy!
The Tray by Naomi Shihab Nye
Even on a sorrowing day
the little white cups without handles
filled with steaming hot tea
in a circle on the tray,
and whatever we were able
to say or not say,
the tray would be passed,
we would sip
it was another way
lips could be speaking together,
opening on the hot rim,
swallowing in unison.