I’m a big tea fan. Steam curls from pretty teapots as hot tea splashes into delicate cups and saucers. Tea is a slow and beautiful moment and I’m all about it.
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I’m a big tea fan. Steam curls from pretty teapots as hot tea splashes into delicate cups and saucers. Tea is a slow and beautiful moment and I’m all about it.
If we want to become a morning person, we have to keep going with the new behaviour until it becomes routine. It isn’t all or nothing. You need to keep going.
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I am not a morning person. I hate getting out of bed in the morning, especially in winter when it’s cold and dark. And yet, I want to be a morning person.
I had a secret hope that this Easter would bring new little life of our own. Maybe this time, I whispered to myself. In the end, the Easter symbolism was there
Okay busy people: no one is going to die if you actually sit down to have a cup of tea. You’re not as crucial as you think, and that’s a good thing.
We were meant to be jetting off to visit in-laws this week, handing out Easter eggs, Mothers’ Day gifts and all that. But the only constant is change, so we’re not.
As I sit at home, my fringe drying in a frizzy mess after a wet tramp, I want to write a little in praise of walking.
Why write? Why throw my thoughts out to whoever discovers them in the wide, dark web? At its worst, I feel terrible vain. But I still write.
The leaves are beginning to change here, and some mornings the air is tinged with wood smoke. Wet leaves and wood smoke are so nostalgic for me.