The Tea Knows

Woke up feeling off. Not in a dramatic way, just kind of sideways. Like I wasn’t fully in my skin yet.

I wandered into the kitchen. No lights, just that dusty morning haze coming through the window. Opened the jar cabinet, stood there for a second longer than I meant to. Reached for the lavender. Didn’t think about it much. Added some lemon balm too. Chamomile was already on the counter like it had been waiting.

I didn’t measure anything. Just tossed it together like I’ve done a hundred times. Kettle was already going. Lillie stretched and yawned like she understood the mood without needing a word. She's good at that.

The first sip hit different.

It wasn’t about taste. It was something else. Like the plants knew I needed to be brought back to myself before I even realized I was drifting.

The tea didn’t solve anything. Didn’t give me some sudden epiphany. It just gave me a minute to sit still. That was enough.

Funny how that works. You spend so much time trying to figure out what’s wrong, and sometimes all you needed was to be quiet with a warm mug between your hands.

That’s it. No grand insight. Just a small thing that felt like truth.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Drakovi Bloodrose