On the Importance of Teachers
When I first began making tea, I bought a travel gaiwan and practiced everyday. I would sit and exhaust the tea but I stood up unsatisfied every time. Eventually, my…
Stone Tea
Out of rock grows an ardent tree. Smooth stones are wet with dew. Rivers rush upwards inside me And my words become few.
Wise Old Tea: A 1960s Aged Oolong
A chill in the air deafened the heat in NY the last three days. Thank goodness. My room was getting pretty muggy at night. It’s the signaling of the changing…
First Cup
Each day, my journal gives me a deep, blank stare. More and more, I find myself giving it an equally blank stare back before I close it shut. The most…
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