“Once upon a kitchen table, not in a castle, not in a kingdom, but here, in the soft blur of an ordinary morning, a cup of tea tipped ever so slightly. A spill, a circle, a stain.”
🍵 Tea-Stained Thursdays: Why Tea-Stained?
Not the kind of mark you scrub away, but the kind you keep.
Because somehow, it looked like memory.
Like proof that something real had happened here.
For as long as I can remember, my thoughts have carried tea-stains.
Not polished or pristine, but marked with half-scribbled lines in the margins, candlewax smudges on the paper, rings of chamomile or earl grey seeping into the edges.
Ideas never arrived cleanly wrapped. They showed up wrinkled, imperfect, almost shy. And yet...they stayed.
They became stories.
They became beginnings.
They became a life.
So this little corner of the internet is named for that.
For the belief that beauty doesn’t need to be spotless. That the quietest, simplest marks, a stain, a note, a thought, can hold the most truth.
Every Thursday, I’ll meet you here with a tea-stained thought.
Not loud. Not everywhere.
But here...like a deep breath, waiting for when you’re ready.
May it remind you that your own stains are worth keeping.
That your pages don’t need to be perfect to matter.
That the life you’re making, slow, soulful, imperfectly yours, is already a kind of folklore.
With love,
from the heART.
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