Healing does not erase that which plagues us. For we like tea are steeped into our traumas and pain. There is no Magick in that truth. You don't hey over it. Rather it numbs fizzling into the background. It's never forgotten. Never out of reach. Sitting on the counter cooled from time spent mingling with the air. But not gone. There will be retrospect. The ability to think rationally through all the steaming thoughts. UT that tea cup will forever remain. Even when you smash the cup, shattering it to the floor. The stain left weather from the spilt tea or the ring of its cup remain.
So drink the tea. Let it sink into your soul. Except that both reside within you. That it will never go away. And there is where you will find peace.












