“Teatime is more than a warming your hands with a mug of matcha.” So says my teatime aficionado friend, Marjorie. She’s right. It’s the heartfelt conversation which teatime seems to encourage. Whether the matcha is in a paper cup or bone China, the act of taking time to pour matcha (or substitute your favorite tea) allows beauty to appear. Even sorrows, when expressed are on their way to healing. Teatime also allows the space for telling the truth.
Hands clasped around mugs, my sister, my niece and I have gathered many times in the living room to celebrate and support each other. A higher quality matcha may have been served, but the dynamic remained the same when the three of us enjoyed afternoon tea at the Palace Hotel in San Francisco. (Our outfits though were drastically different. Silk blouses and skirts replaced sweat pants.)