Tea is at Four

Look around and see the world – I dare you. See and be there. Really be there, if you think you can handle it all. Shoulder it on your bare back and heave breaths that would make a soldier proud. When you stumble and skin your knee, go to your mother so she will kiss it for you, or a dear friend that is the mother you never had. Then yell out for help. Yell at the top of your lungs. When that doesn’t work, whimper and whisper and let your tears crash to the floor, the echoes of droplets filling the symphony hall. Your answer will come sooner than you could ever imagine. Mayhaps before the droplet reaches the floor and before the echo reaches the nosebleed section.

And when all else fails, my dear friend, call out to me, and I will be there, and together, we will be broken.

“…tea is at four. There’s plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don’t bother knocking!”

-Bilbo Baggins

Now, here’s the catch: when someone has put tea on for you, and after they have consoled you, pay it forward. Start brewing your own pot of your favorite hot beverage, and eagerly await the next footsteps to cross your entryway. If at first they do not speak, just sit with closed lips, an open heart, and compassionate eyes.

❤ December Rose

P.S. If you think this is a false invitation, try me.

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