Tea Time

Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world.
~T'ien Yiheng

I have favorite mugs that I drink my tea from. Each one is a memory, each one can put me in a different place as I sip my evening tea. Funny how holding on to something can take you away from the present and bring you back to a memory. Maybe that's why we hang on to things, collect things. I spent last year purging a lot of stuff that I've collected over the years but no longer have room for. Some things I was just not ready to let go of. It's odd, I still have the memory whether I have the object or not, and face it those are my memories and when I'm gone it's just going to be another old mug that my kids will send to the Goodwill. So why do I have such a hard time giving some things up, is it fear of forgetting? Forgetting the good times, the people that have come and gone in my life. Is there another way of remembering that involves less clutter? Or can the little trinkets that bring us comfort in the quiet hours be held on to?
Find a space for them on a shelf and in a corner of our hearts.