I’m so entranced with my pot of tea first thing every morning.I enjoy looking at my lovely new bright blue teapot on the counter or resting on a rack in the sink, upside down. Today I made my tea. The pot was on the counter, all warm with hot tea. After four minutes for it to steep (I used to think it was seep), I pour a cup, add some milk and drink.

Then I go to the desk in my bedroom and write in my journal, formerly known as a diary. I write two or three pages. Two seems right.

Then when the tea is over, three cups in my belly, I close the sliding door to the living room and do my meditation on the couch, facing East. Always East. My sleep doctor said so. I need early morning light to set my wake/sleep cycle properly.

But I get up at six. I guess I don’t need it any more. But I’ve come to look forward to the sun breaking through the trees to shine in my windows.

When it rises earlier, I’ll sit on the couch and write my journal and sip my tea.

Lovely.