Perhaps you might find yourself needing something so far off the beaten track that it becomes a challenge to find it - like a tea pot, but, not just any tea pot.
Tea pots have to be just right. Not too big or too small. Big enough to manipulate easily, hold ample tea for two - twice, be graceful, made of china, easy to pour and not drip.
And, of course, it has to be beautiful. That's the hard part - beautiful.
The tea pot I loved got too small. Well actually, it always was small, but as time moved on I just needed a larger one. The search took years, many, many tea pots were regarded and rejected.
Then, I found it.
Seated on the top of a wire rack at the Salvation Army, was this imposing tea pot, rather large, quite round, and, decidedly arrogant. On the side was a painting of Blarney Castle surrounded by the lush, Irish countryside.
I fell in love with it - $6.00 - a bit much for a used tea pot, but I made the investment. I find sipping a cup of hot tea is cheaper than whining to a psychiatrist.
Over the past many years and the passing parade of Life's drama, the Blarney Castle tea pot has been the provider of the hot, calming brew to help assuage a heart damaged by the tides of Life. It has also been privy to raucous stories of a bride's First Night and the dilemma of a suitor's Mafia engagement to the wrong girl.
These are true stories, memories of treasured friends. I live in that moment again with them, wrapped in the warmth of friendship, the comfort of their voice, to share in their sorrow or laugh about Life. The Blarney Castle teapot sits, silent and poised, ready to fill the cup of friendship yet again.
Come, join us for a cup of hot tea, be a part of Life's drama, share your dreams, your disappointments and your adventures. We're here... the door is open...
Tea pots have to be just right. Not too big or too small. Big enough to manipulate easily, hold ample tea for two - twice, be graceful, made of china, easy to pour and not drip.
And, of course, it has to be beautiful. That's the hard part - beautiful.
The tea pot I loved got too small. Well actually, it always was small, but as time moved on I just needed a larger one. The search took years, many, many tea pots were regarded and rejected.
Then, I found it.
Seated on the top of a wire rack at the Salvation Army, was this imposing tea pot, rather large, quite round, and, decidedly arrogant. On the side was a painting of Blarney Castle surrounded by the lush, Irish countryside.
I fell in love with it - $6.00 - a bit much for a used tea pot, but I made the investment. I find sipping a cup of hot tea is cheaper than whining to a psychiatrist.
Over the past many years and the passing parade of Life's drama, the Blarney Castle tea pot has been the provider of the hot, calming brew to help assuage a heart damaged by the tides of Life. It has also been privy to raucous stories of a bride's First Night and the dilemma of a suitor's Mafia engagement to the wrong girl.
These are true stories, memories of treasured friends. I live in that moment again with them, wrapped in the warmth of friendship, the comfort of their voice, to share in their sorrow or laugh about Life. The Blarney Castle teapot sits, silent and poised, ready to fill the cup of friendship yet again.
Come, join us for a cup of hot tea, be a part of Life's drama, share your dreams, your disappointments and your adventures. We're here... the door is open...
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