I want to share raw thoughts from my journal. Are you ready for the first one?
Sencha tea w/sparkling water. :)
The finest of details.
Women only in the tea room. A candle dripping wax to the right of me.
An interesting wood sculpture making the most beautiful noise behind me. A sound of slow rain. Consistant.
Stone/brass/raw wood features
cool in a cellar.
a woman sits @ the opposite end of the long table horizontally from me reading a book.
Calm/peaceful/relaxing
I can feel the annoyance with how tight my dress fits under my armpits start to melt away.
A CANDLE. FLICKERING IN FRONT OF ME!!!
The first one in 38 days.
The way she pours the hot water out of the hishaku into each cup. Into the next. Into the next. The pour.
mesmerized by every small drop that drips into my
small cup.
skewers carved from wood to make sharp
eating small morsels that Cary large flavor. Enlightening multiple senses. Savory, then moving onto sweet.
Dates filled with sweet butter.
Crispy dried rice. (We’re saving the mochi for last!) (A man enters the room for tea.)
a slightly smoky tea comes into play.
an interesting pair with the ginger treat that was just consumed.
shadows from the glass flooring from above. People walking the boutique room.
The mochi comes on a fresh green palm leaf.
a very gentle touch & the small dessert
begins to dance around.
a light dusting of flour covers the dome shape.
catipillar texture.
like playing in the flower garden,
then, red bean. Might not be my favorite.
flavor.
a break to the bathroom.
bidet to wash.
a sink controlled by pressure on the foot.
a white dress now see-through in some
fashion, due to too much pressure.
a laugh.
a bowl (of scented wood chips) (deff not but idk.)
I swirled my fingers round.
to absorb the scent.
maybe just playing.
back to the table. Back to finish my tea.
now slightly warm, just slightly above room temperature.
full.
the opposite of this morning when I skipped lunch.
tea. A third meal? <- <3
a ritual. A gift.
sweet butter dates still linger on my mind.
Have you ever been in a silent room with a stranger? Another body, unlike yourself.