Theloopylululog

Need you ask, my love? 
It's always been you, darling!

Brown, black, green, white, blue.
In all your seasons. Through all your evolutions. 
Through all my transformations. In all my moods.

Through the onslaught of time. 
The fickleness of youth. The overwhelm of mid-life. 
Through the whims of menarche. Through the vagaries of menopause.

Through the euphoria of love. Through the melancholy of loss.
The transient lows of the mind. The enduring highs of the heart.
Through the fancies of the flesh. Through the truths of the soul.

Through the looking glass of passing views of Time. Through the stillness of solitude of the Void. 
The bone crushing cold of the mountains. The skin melting heat of the seas.
Through the changing scenery of life. Through the silent approach of death.

It has always been you, baby. 
Reaching out to you has been the only constant in a life filled with undulating waves of emotions, decisions, reluctant acceptance and  willing release. 
When letting go became the theme of my life and people and things made a rush to exit through all doors of my heart, you, my friend are the only one who never let me go. 

The only one to hold my hand, pat my back and offer a shoulder to let me weep all my cares away. 
The only one to jump with elation, smile your teeth away to the edges of the world and shout my name off the rooftops in joy.

It's always been you and I. 
In this beautiful, chaotic world. 
Together in grief. Together in joy.
Always and forever.

My first. My only.
You.

Yes, you TEA.

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You will never find me without a cup of tea. Call it attachment or obsession. I do not care. To me tea is company. The only company I love. I am not one to befriend people. Or go out to hang. When and if I do need a special someone to shed a tear, rant my heart out or share my peace with, it’s tea I go for.

From milky ones to herbal tisane, I have had a steady relationship going with tea for all of my 44 years. Never one to enjoy milk, tea was my first beverage; to drink, to learn to make and to fall in love head over heels with. I am sure a sip of tea is what will see me through my last dying moment.

I have my share of embarrassments and follies that I regret and am guilty of, but tea, NEVER! A cup of tea centres me when all else feels like a mockery of being human. When life itself fails to be pleasing to my dissolving-to-jelly bones, tea invigorates and quietly whispers I am here, baby. Hold on, I am here for you.

Need you ask, why?

Tea is joy. Joy is tea.

Simple.

Always.

That’s all.

Life and times with my one and my only…