From the notes of a coach.
I have been to a tea estate. A extremely enormous green ladder structure, similar to a princess’s gorgeous frill robe. That thrill inspired me to go through the verdant fields to the factory. Throughout the stroll, I was escorted by a soft, shiny, and fragrance newly plucked bouquet of tea leaves.
I felt a whisper in my ears while looking at the field. I looked around and saw tea leaves. Welcoming me as a guest into their world. I was overjoyed because I wasn’t alone and instantly greeted them with a hello! Would you like to tell me about yourself?1
Leaves smiled and said, “Hi!” I’m Camellia, and nature created me in colder, wet locations with acidic soil. Farmers must care for mine’s seedling stage for three years in order to produce a precise scent and yield. With a sympathetic and serious speech, we (Leaves) stated that we love to be seeds and plant our germination with personal care, tenderly with the farmer’s hand. We like continual pruning throughout the year, picking only the top two leaves and buds. With a BANG!! Following that, we thrive and are prepared to explore the rest of the world.
In my heart, I was resonating with her experience as humans!! (Do you agree?). I just gathered myself and wondered what happened next. What is the world like?
Camellia sensed my curiosity and told me that the process of becoming “Tea of your Cup” has begun, dear friend. Looking around the plant, each stage of withering, rolling, oxidization, and drying is a lengthy procedure. As an intellectual philosopher once said, sometimes the steaming or roasted procedure is chosen.
All of a sudden, I said Aah! I felt as if I were seeing people go through the ups and downs of life while surviving in their surroundings rather than leaves. (It appears you too saw yourself.)
Camellia felt that I was fatigued. She greeted me with beautiful hospitality! Friend, take a sip.
I didn’t realise it until I got to the tea pouring counter. Looked around and requested a cup of tea. Camellia was still enjoying the seat in my palm. I was thinking that her voyage would be extremely difficult, if not violent.
As I inhaled the refreshing aroma of tea, I got up and exclaimed, “OHHH NOOOO…”The tea maker was pressing the tea through a sieve and discarding it in a bin.
Camellia was perplexed by my gesture, and I was overwhelmed by witnessing and summarizing the entire procedure. With a shaky voice, I told her, “It’s so painful when someone uses and discards you after such a long and difficult journey.”
Camellia said calmly, “Now I’m COMPOST!!” She grinned as she got ready to help raise her new siblings.
I know you’re all wondering if it’s actually used and thrown away, or if life has distinct functions at each stage. It appears that it is not others that use and discard; rather, it is we who give significance or label ourselves, “At Destination” versus “Journey with Purpose”.
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