Tea Dream

I had a dream, too. I had just come into a harvest of tea leaves. I decided that I needed to toast them before a carefully prepared fire. When it was done, it was WONDERFUL. At least to me. A huge harvest of beautiful, rich tea.

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Roasting tea leaves, traditional

So I shared a cup with someone regarded as an expert, whom I really trusted. He quietly told me it was not as good as I thought it was. He said I shouldn’t try to do things I wasn’t trained to do. That only people brought up in a Tea family should do such things. He just said “It is impossible, you fool only yourself.”

When I recalled this dream later, I laughed out loud. I had just seen this person inhale my cup of tea with deep, secret satisfaction.

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Raku Chawan

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