Teacup Tuesday: The Tea Man

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Confession: this picture was taken on Saturday, but I had a cup of the same tea this morning.  I don’t want the blog world to believe that I whip up fluffy pancakes and sausage on an ordinary Tuesday morning.  That’s not happenin’ here.  Nope.

Anyway, this is carrot cake loose leaf tea in one of my favorite mugs.  The tea is delicious.  It’s from the Oswego Tea Company.  It’s nicely spicy and a little sweet even without a sweetener.  There are pieces of dried carrots and spices mixed with black tea.  It tastes and smells like autumn.  Love it!

The mug was a gift from my mom and dad.  I believe it was for my birthday when I was first married and living far away.  On the other side it says, “In all the ways that really count, I can always count on you.”  I love it.  I’ve been using it almost everyday lately.  I love the picture, and the message, and the fact that my mom picked it out for me.

Finally, I must share my dear tea man with you.  Isn’t he the cutest thing?  He is a diffuser for loose leaf tea, and I love how content he looks relaxing in the hot water.  I can’t help but laugh!  Officially called “Mister Tea,” my tea man was my Mother’s Day gift this year.  I first encountered him in this video, and I fell in love!  (He is shown in the first couple of minutes of the video.)  You can also buy your own little fellow on Amazon.

Please tell me in the comments what kind of tea you are enjoying.

When Rest is Required

Dear Readers,

I’ve been thinking.

When people have surgery, they are expected to rest.  When they come down with the flu or bronchitis or a simple, common cold, rest is prescribed.  Sprained ankle?  Rest it.  Mothers tell their children–even the grown ones–to get some rest when they have any ailment or injury.  Everyone knows that rest promotes healing.  It’s a given.

But do we remember that emotional fatigue and pain also require rest for healing?  Too often, we assume that we can continue our usual, zippy speed as long as our bodies are keeping pace.  Although I can’t speak for everyone, I’m pretty good at identifying bodily fatigue.  I recognize the slow, dragging feeling, the muscle aches, the heavy eyes, and sore feet.  I feel them, identify them, and slow down.  I’ve learned that ignoring those signs means paying the price in headaches, sore throats, fevers, and colds.  Not worth the price.

I’m not as good at remembering the toll of emotional busyness.  I think of “emotional busyness” as periods of time when I’m experiencing a wild ride of high and low emotions, a time when I need to invest myself emotionally in events and people that seem to overlap and collide all at once.  That is exactly how life has looked lately.  Crushingly sad news followed by happy news.  A fun trip followed by a sad good-bye.  Scary news before a fun weekend.  And on and on.

You know what though?  I am thankful that I care enough about people to have developed some powerful emotional ties–bonds that require some big emotional investment.  That is something to celebrate.  I want to love and be loved.

Nonetheless, rest is required!

We took a serious Sabbath on Sunday.  Without apology, we announced our absence at an evening event–an outing that the whole family usually enjoys, and instead, we did some restful things.  We attended the morning worship service, changed into comfy clothes, and did nothing of importance!  The kids jumped in thousands of yellow leaves that blanket our yard.  We watched a movie.  Cory didn’t even turn on football until after the kids went to bed.  I did some tidying around the house and snuggled with the baby.  Easy, restful day.

The bad news is still real, but with it has come a lot of love–love from all directions.  The world is still a weird place, and the future is big and open and kind of scary sometimes.  BUT…I know…

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.  Psalm 62:5

Teacup Tuesday: Ouch!

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Good morning, Readers.

I had an idea.  I ran across a Youtube channel that has a “Teacup Tuesday.”  (Thanks for the idea, Shannon.)  I thought, why can’t Teacup Tuesday make the leap from video to blog?  I have a teacup collection, and I love trying different teas.  Why not?  So every now and then, I’ll feature one of my teacups and one of my teas.  I’ll follow it up with a quick post about something.

Today’s teacup is a Fiestaware cup that my mom and dad gave me for Christmas a couple of years ago.  Actually, they gave me one yellow cup & saucer and one blue-green cup & saucer.  I like to mix and match, but Charlotte likes the yellow set.  In this pretty little cup, I am enjoying a nice herbal blend called Milkmaid Tea by Earth Mama Angel Baby.  It has a licorice and maple taste thanks to the hefty dose of fenugreek and fennel, two ingredients that are supposed to support a healthy milk supply for breastfeeding mothers.  I don’t have a lot of faith in galactagogues (the fancy word for substances thought to promote lactation), but the tea is hot and tasty, so if it helps me feed my little one, then it’s a nice bonus.

So what else do I have to say today?  MY HAND HURTS!!!  I can’t type any more because my right hand is killing me.  I’m pretty sure I have De Quervain’s tenosynovitis, also known as “Mommy Thumb.”  It’s been coming and going for awhile, and this week it is here in full force.  So please excuse me while I duck out and try to live left-handed for awhile.

If you’re drinking tea this Tuesday morning, please tell me about it in the comments.

Warmly,

Erica G

Hello, Monday.

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Hello, Monday.

I love that you hold the promise of new things, new routines, endless possibilities.  I love that you ride in on a hint of sunshine, still carrying all the warmth of a weekend well lived.

Hello, Autumn.

I love the beginnings of your glory on the tree outside my window.  The prettiest yellow-orange starts at the top of the boughs, but summer’s green is still going strong at every window.  Autumn, your cool mornings make me excited for the sweaters and pumpkins and cups of tea that will return to our days in the coming weeks.

Hello, School Day.

I’m looking forward to the discoveries that wait in you.  I love the furrowed brow of a boy considering 9×6 and the excitement of a perfect letter “C” drawn by a chubby three-year-old hand.  I love the sounds of poetry and scripture recited by heart.

“This is the Day.”

Hello, Gratitude.

Five Years and Counting

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Dear Friendly Readers,

Five years ago, I began something new—a blog. I had created the blog’s title and web address several years before, but nothing happened. For a long time, my blog was nothing more than an empty resolution. Warm As Pie was like so many other unfulfilled promises of other good things that I wanted to do but never really did—like exercising, or flossing twice a day, or baking my own bread every week, or finally truly learning to speak French. It’s painful to say, but I’m actually quite used to not following through on my big ideas. I wasn’t too surprised to fail at blogging before I even tried.

On September 22, 2009, I decided to give the whole blog thing one honest effort. I had two primary reasons for wanting to bring Warm As Pie to life. First, I was an adjunct faculty member in the English department at a big, fancy university, and I was feeling like a fraud. I was teaching writing, but I wasn’t doing any writing. In 2004, I had completed an MFA (master of fine arts degree) in creative writing, but once my thesis was approved, I rarely wrote pieces that weren’t related to the teaching of composition or the study of education. I simply wasn’t writing creatively anymore, yet I was teaching others to write and trying to convince them that writing could be a part of life. I wanted to “walk the walk” again—to live the writer’s life again.

Secondly, I wanted a pretty place to record and reflect upon the beautiful things that were happening in my life. I read Blogging for Bliss by Tara Frey*, and I was won over by all the “bliss” flowing out of that book. I had two little boys at the time—a 4 year old and a 1 year old—and I already knew the frantic, other-worldly pace at which they were growing and changing. I didn’t want to forget. I wanted to live slowly and purposefully. The commitment to writing about my life felt like a promise to live the life I wanted (and still want). Blogging makes me grateful.

I didn’t fail! I posted once. That was fun. I did it again and again and again. I became acquainted with a few other bloggers, and I loved the sense of community. A small band of readers—mostly real-life friends and family—welcomed my posts. People seemed to like what I was doing. They thanked me. They cheered me. They told me that my blog meant something to them. My readership is tiny, but those friends sure are loyal. Yes, Warm As Pie has slowed considerably after a couple of big moves and two more children and the beginning of our life as home-schoolers, but the pleasant comments and encouragement from readers keep me from putting this blog to its final rest. My two reasons for blogging remain true. I’m still teaching writing, and I want to continue in the practice of writing. I still want to record this abundant, beautiful life that God has given to me.

And so…I embark on my sixth year of Warm As Pie. I’ve decided to zoom in and focus on the kind of blogging that I love most: sharing how we grow together through words and images. I’m simplifying. I’m streamlining. All of the amazing possibilities of blogging has led me astray more than once, but I’m back to the basics. I will be making some fun changes in the next few weeks. I CANNOT wait to share a special little project that has been brewing for months. Eeeee! I’m excited!

If this is your first time here, welcome. You’ve come at a good time. If you’ve been with me awhile, thank you. Thank you for caring enough about me and my family to stop in from time to time.

Warmly,
Erica G.


*Blogging for Bliss now has many outdated references and resources.  A lot of the blogs featured in the book have moved or closed.  However, it is a gorgeous book with plenty of helpful information.  I picked up an excellent used copy on Amazon for ONE PENNY!  With shipping, I acquired a book that I love for $4.00.  Nice!

Summer Girl

Everything about this girl says summer.  Her pale blonde hair, her sky blue eyes, and her frequently bare feet remind me of a little sunshine elf.  Oh, but she’s a feisty one.  Quick to smile and quick to anger, too, I’m afraid.  I’m always seeking ways to understand her while still simply enjoying the very light of her presence.  She sure does shine.

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Meet Clover

Are you prepared for some puppy cuteness?  Yes, we got a puppy.  Most of my blog readers are “real life” friends and family, so you already know about our newest addition, but my blog wouldn’t be complete without a proper introduction to Clover.

Clover joined our family about a month after the loss of Hannah.  We thought we would wait a bit before finding a new pet, but we missed Hannah’s presence in our home too much to be without a dog for much longer.  We had decided long before Hannah died that our next dog would be a rescue pup.  We browsed Petfinder.com, and this little black lab mix jumped out at us.  She was named “Jill,” but after several in depth rounds of family voting, we decided on “Clover.”  (I was later dismayed to find out that there is a popular cartoon character with a pet named Clover.  We had no idea.)  She was only about nine weeks old when we adopted her, one of nine puppies in an abandoned litter.  Can you imagine!

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These photographs are of Clover with her pal, Bailey.  Bailey isn’t our dog, but  she has been quite the little (big!) mother to Clover.  They have a cute, funny relationship.

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And here is our girl at 4 months old.  She’s growing fast, and we soon won’t have a little puppy anymore!