I got up with a jolt this morning, worried about today’s topic. I hustled around the house, taking pics of potential subject matter, and pushed myself to thinking deeply about the relevance of each to how people cope with a pandemic. I busied myself with reflecting on upcoming changes at the job and that possible lesson plan or this smidge of wisdom or slice of hope I could offer today. My brain was getting crowded and I was growing tense.
And then I made tea.
It didn’t hit me right away. Instead, I fretted all through the steeping process (“Tea must steep a minimum of three minutes or it isn’t tea,” an early tea mentor had once insisted, back when I didn’t know tea mentors existed or that that tea could be made improperly. The things we learn in this life).
I set down tea steaming tea (the steeping now complete), my iPad, a book I am reading, my iPhone with the new pictures I just took, and removed my Airpods because I needed to concentrate on this blog, it wasn’t coming into focus.
And then I heard it. A very pleasant silence. Okay there was the low hum of the fridge but otherwise it was serenely quiet in the house. And I had a cup of tea. And a comfy chair. And it was Sunday morning. Oh yeah, I suddenly remembered, this used to be how I spent Sunday mornings. Quietly. With a cuppa and maybe the morning paper or a book. Or just me, thinking, calmly.
What a pleasant experience to have again. I think I will. And I encourage you to do the same.
I write this series in hopes of helping others get through this unprecedentedly weird time. You are welcome to share your thoughts on today’s topic (enjoying quiet Sunday mornings) in the comments below. #MOC19