tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post6883404978564481201..comments2024-03-15T18:27:32.697-07:00Comments on 86,400 Seconds: Monday MusingsTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-43963876837190535842014-12-08T15:29:44.989-08:002014-12-08T15:29:44.989-08:00thanks, you.thanks, you.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-14274048927066748822014-12-08T15:29:30.352-08:002014-12-08T15:29:30.352-08:00oh, I'm so glad you also have these great memo...oh, I'm so glad you also have these great memories of tea rituals. your description of the green tea ceremony is much better than mine!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-76657967510511836962014-12-08T10:25:49.928-08:002014-12-08T10:25:49.928-08:00Thank you for this delightful post! It stirred won...Thank you for this delightful post! It stirred wonderful memories. I spent several years studying cha no yu at Uresenke in Kyoto and to this day am grateful for the special world to which I was introduced: the smell and texture of thick tea whipped to a foamy froth, the beautiful bowls with their poetic names, the feel of tatami, and the exquisite choreography of the art itself. During the years my parents lived in Canada high tea at the Victoria was a major holiday treat. When that tree of tea treats would come out my heart would soar. MandThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14561334713342973568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-40191365582881839802014-12-08T10:16:35.993-08:002014-12-08T10:16:35.993-08:00hey babe, I never attended a T ceremony, but I do ...hey babe, I never attended a T ceremony, but I do have a dog named T ikwa and a wife named T ara...and for what it's worth, I really loved your essay today.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14980932795965201782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-61814592486636144582014-12-08T08:43:58.672-08:002014-12-08T08:43:58.672-08:00oh, I thought of you when I was telling the story,...oh, I thought of you when I was telling the story, R. I'm having the English Breakfast in the afternoon. Drinking outside the box, you might say.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-48365721415217777452014-12-08T08:42:51.965-08:002014-12-08T08:42:51.965-08:00we encountered the same thing at the Empress -- pe...we encountered the same thing at the Empress -- people dressed down. I guess it's the times. But it's such an elegant service, high tea, I think it demands a little dressing up.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-45776916083645670802014-12-08T08:25:55.199-08:002014-12-08T08:25:55.199-08:00I've never been to a tea ceremony, but I did s...I've never been to a tea ceremony, but I did spend a lot of time at Naropa and I drink English Breakfast tea everyday! I think in some ways we create our own rituals, and draw upon the ancient ones to infuse our connections to the larger world. Love the photo, Tara.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-46123286714255646712014-12-08T08:07:28.428-08:002014-12-08T08:07:28.428-08:00You bring back good memories. Some years back, I h...You bring back good memories. Some years back, I had high tea in the Empress with my daughter and granddaughter. We wore hats and skirts but found most of the partakers looked like tourists with no sense of the ritual. Wish more remembered what ritual means to a culture :)Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.com