the ritual.

i rise with the sun at the dawn of the day.

eager for what awaits me.

as my feet hit the floor covered in gratitude,

i utter a quick praise so the most high knows my heart.

if i listen closely enough i can hear the whispers.

every syllable of my name being drawn out to further entice me.

elation overtakes me.

i dance all around making my way to the only thing that keeps me rooted.

the fling of a door.

the rough yet pleasing sound of cast iron against the stove.

i wait for the water to reach it s peak before it can no longer stand the heat

and has no choice but to scream my name.

this is it.

i revel in the ritual.

i caress every leaf with appreciation

gather my tools

and steep.

releasing undeniably beautiful and fragrant notes

as they pirouette to my nostrils.

my time has arrived.

i indulge and savor every sip.

warmth travels through my vessel

and elevates my vibration from within.

this is its own moment in time.

this is mediation.

this is bliss.

-morning glory, tea time