8 a.m. the burner ignites under the tea kettle. I locate
the white tea cup for the day, then shuffle through boxes
of teas, as I consider my liver, my energy level, toxins
or mineral stores. I ask my belly what feels right.
Tulsi, turmeric, dandelion root, nettle leaf?
In winter, it’s spices, warmth and comfort. Summer,
hibiscus, rose and honey. Sometimes, I need
licorice, chamomile, lavender, gentle.
Regardless the type, 8 a.m. the burner ignites under
the tea kettle.
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