A cup of tea and the world makes sense again

There are moments when everything loses its meaning. Maybe it's tiredness, maybe there are too many things to do, maybe emotions take over but this is exactly what happens.

In those moments I feel like, no to be honest I really feel the need, for a cup of tea. And its wonderful world and corollary, which is wide and very varied. The blends, the cups that are a marvel for the eyes and to hold in your hands, the teapots and the very funny tea cosies... funny and useful

And sugar bowls and strainers and filters that you can make yourself if you want. But for me, beyond all this, it is precisely the sight of the curls of steam rising, the color of the tea, I love the black one, the heat that descends and comforts. It is all this that gives meaning back to my world.

The world of tea already has a meaning of its own, an ancient culture, millions of admirers, beautiful tea rooms (even right near you there is one, I'm sure. Look for it) and very competent and authoritative bloggers. My first cup of tea, drunk with all its time and its ritual, everyone has their own, in addition to the specific ethnic and cultural ones and they are no less important, dates back to my childhood. It comes from my paternal grandfather and his Celtic descent that he passed on to us. Always the same, dear and reassuring. A moment of peace and family reunion.