I had been composing a post about my recent tea gifts, but then I received the tragic news that my beloved grandfather passed away. All thoughts of tea happiness were thrown into the recesses of my mind. I posted a few months ago about tea and grief, and how it is a component of comfort and fuel for remembrance. This week I found myself sitting at my parents' table, sipping strong tea and thinking about the long life filled with hardship and happiness that my grandfather led. He survived persecution, starvation and war to finally meet the love of his life and raise a family. He will always be an inspiration to me. After being ripped from his family and homeland, he managed to start a new life in New York, and lovingly support a family as a talented dressmaker. He lived a long life full of weddings, Bar-Mitzvahs, the birth of his grandchildren, and three great grandchildren. I can only hope that all of us are lucky enough to experience such joy in our lives.
As I watch the tea leaves dance in the pot, I think about these things, and revel in the beauty of our mysterious existence.