I’m drinking tea; green tea brewed with pieces of ginger, turmeric and cinnamon. Every morning for the past few months we have been alternating between traditional Turkish black tea and green tea with these ingredients. Green tea is much healthier says mom; the health columns she religiously follows says so. We also add pieces of lemon inside. That’s how we start our day, by nurturing and soothing ourselves with the help of this tea.
Still stuck at home, that is, most of us are. But you see, it is worse to be stuck in our minds. So I meditate. I write. And I find those stuck places. I sit with them. I feel expansion. I do these some days. Then there are days when I’m like a machine; exercising, cleaning, tidying, cooking, baking, eating, or others when I take it easy with a drink in my hand as I talk to friends, and then there are those when I get stuck in my head, having forgotten that everything passes if we only let it. Days that turn into nights and I get impatient, I want things to be different, people to react differently. Days when I want to know everything about the virus and what happened and predict what will happen. Then I feel insignificant and defeated. Yet, like Rilke says, no feeling is final, nor are they real.
Our relationship with time and reality is messed up, that much I could gather. And that is ok. As long as we just sip our delicious tea, take leisurely breaths, pay attention to the sounds of birds accompanying us with incredible enthusiasm, and perhaps ingest that enthusiasm and transfer it to just one person, there is still hope for us.
If you are ever so inclined and haven’t done meditation before these basic instructions are helpful
And Tara Brach’s talks and meditations are much recommended…
