Animist Thoughts While Drinking Tea
I find myself asking these questions, or perhaps hearing these questions as I drink my daily Tea.
Today, I am reminded that the unknown, adventure, chaos and transcendence are romanticized, as they are often frightening, destabilizing, violent even.
Much like Tea. A plant of grace and medicine, but also filled with heartache and betrayal (referencing the Opium Wars here).
Why is it that human taking human, human taking land, human taking minerals, human taking anything seems to be the only constant?
Maybe Tea represents the persistence of life, how despite life becoming something you don’t understand, humans doing things you don’t understand.
Maybe Tea is soil, blood, sweat, wind, rain, where this plant will always be more than a crop that is packaged and then diluted.