Loose Leaf Notes

I was late for the tea party, the last one there, a wonderland setting for poetry and sharing.

“You have the magic cup. No one else chose it,” said the host. My eyes widened when I saw the cup and saucer with a royal golden design.

That would have been magic enough for me, especially remembering the long-ago dream I had of walking through a golden door, the transcendent way it felt and how my life changed after that.

But there was more to the magic tea cup. Look.

After sipping some luscious caramel puerh, a woman’s face appeared at the bottom of the cup. Who was she? A Japanese poet, I guessed.

It was a pretty good weekend with dancing at Dogtown, divining with soul cards, reading poetry out loud and sipping tea with good company from a magic gold cup.  _________Our World Tuesday