Every Sip Is a Ceremony
The steam rises — soft curls of scent lifting from your cup.
Tulsi and rose. Lavender and pine. Chamomile and oat straw.
The warmth gathers in your hands before it ever touches your lips.
You breathe in, and the world slows.
In that simple act — the sip, the breath, the pause...
The chatter of the day begins to quiet, and your body remembers what calm feels like.
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