My teacup has become my hand-warmer on cold early mornings. As the sky begins to lighten, I’m especially quiet. Katrina is still asleep with three of our cats snuggling with her in a warm bed. Only our cat Haku is up with me in the darkness. He sits on the table as we both gaze out wondering what this new day will bring. I bring the warm beverage to my lips and sip.
Holding the ceramic cup, I admire its beauty of form and the hands that turned the clay on the wheel. It has a glazed top piece to keep the liquid hot, which I carefully remove, feeling it with my fingers and gently setting it down on the wooden tabletop as quietly and consciously as I can. I feel a deep gratitude to the craftsperson who took their time to make this cup. This piece of simple art that brings me so much delight each morning is a symbol of the simplicity of life my wife and I choose.
To live each moment of each day as if it were a sacred gift, to carefully handle it so as not to mar or break it, to be filled with appreciation for simple things—for us, this is the life we’ve chosen. And yes, this simple cup overflows with blessings.