I didn’t write this. I’m not sure who did. It’s just a lovely, inspirational story and I wanted to share it with you.
There was a couple who went to England to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, especially tea cups. While shopping in an antique shop, they spotted an exceptional tea cup and asked, “M
ay we see that cup? We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.”
As the shopkeeper handed it to them, the tea cup suddenly spoke. “You don’t understand,” the tea cup said. “I have not
always been a tea cup. There was a time when I was just a lump of clay. My master took me and rolled me, pounded and patted me, over and over and I yelled out, ‘Don’t do that. Leave me alone,’ but he only smiled and said, ‘Not yet!’ ‘Then, WHAM, I was placed on a spinning wheel and was spun around and around and around. ‘Stop it! I’m getting so dizzy! I’m going to be sick!,’ I screamed. But the master only nodded and said quietly, ‘Not yet.’
He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself. Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. ‘Help! Get me out of here!’ I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, ‘Not yet’.
When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good! Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled, he picked me up and brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Oh, please, stop it, stop it!’ I cried. He only shook his head and said, ‘Not yet!’
Then he put me back into the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged and pleaded; I screamed and cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But then the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited and waited and wondered, ‘What’s he going to do to me next?”
“After an hour, he handed me a mirror and said ‘Look at yourself.’ And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. I’m beautiful!’
Quietly he spoke, ‘I want you to remember, I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you’d have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life. If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”
The moral of the story: God knows what He’s doing. He is the potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us, shape us, and expose us to just enough pressures so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work. So when life seems hard, and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance; when your world seems to be spinning out of control, when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace, when life seems to “stink”, try this …. steep a cup of of your favorite tea in your prettiest teacup, and have a talk with the potter.
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The reader begins reading from the rim down. The rim signifies those events happening soonest, while the images closer to the bottom will be further in the future. The tea leaves which settle closer to the cup’s handle suggest home and family.
I’ve been to many tea rooms which offer Tasseography, as well as Tarot card reading, Palmestry and other forms of seeing into the future … all of which I find absolutely fascinating. Whether I believe it or not certainly doesn’t take away from my enjoyment of, not only the tea, but the experience. For a fun afternoon, I recommend visiting a tea room where they have Tasseographers and enjoying a little divination from the leaves.
Use one teaspoon of tea for each 8 oz. cup. An 8 oz. measuring cup is not the same as a teacup. Teacups are usually 5 oz. Mugs are usually 12 to 14 oz. All the more reason to use a teapot for accurate measurements. A three-cup teapot uses three teaspoons of tea. What is the capacity of your teapot? Just get a measuring cup and find out.
Again, please remove the infuser or the teabags from the teapot or cup. Don’t leave them in the pot or your tea will oversteep and become bitter. Do you take milk and sugar with your tea? Feel free. Now relax and enjoy!