Under the Ent: Our First Tea Time - Remembering
Today, we gathered beneath my big leaf maple ent, one of the quiet guardians of Faerieland, with herbal tea, journals, salves, photo gifts, stories, and soul. I wasn’t sure what would unfold, only that I have been wanting to have a tea time & reading corner for years now. What happened was pure magic.
My daughter and mom offered thoughtful questions and radiant support. We all shared gratitude for our lives and other things we treasure. A dear girl from my past asked me to read from my fantasy novel. And my mom’s sweet cousin joined us, naming the lilac tree at grandma’s house and telling lilac trees at the house that has live deep in my heart and years ago found its way into the earliest ideas of a second book series. She didn’t know they were already part of the story. My dad arrived like a gentle knight with the truck to carry me home when it was all over.Pure magic
I shared my origin stories, about my dear mentor and friend, my offerings, my journals tied with craft rope and printed on photo paper. I spoke of coconut milk soap and salve, of breath and beauty, of why faeries and fantasy matter. We shared gratitude. We breathed. We remembered what it means to be connected and human.
I felt completely in my element, like the child I once was, dragging blankets through spackled sunlight, making mud pies, singing and following ants in wonder, creating ways to teach my siblings and share my figurative mud pie creations.
To everyone who joined, commented, watched, or simply held space: thank you. Your presence was felt. Your hearts were heard. And I look forward to many more magical Thursday Tea Time’s at 2pm PST. You are most welcome!
This is just the beginning.
More tea. More breath. More remembering. More magic, rooted in what is real.
With love,
Christy
