Drinking Tea is a Ritual This is not just a drink. This is a ceremony. A signal. A sacred act wrapped in steam and stillness. The moment I reach for my favorite mug, I begin the ritual. My body already knows. The hum of the electric kettle isn’t just sound—it shifts the frequency around me. It tells my spirit: come home now. My nervous system begins to settle before I take a single sip. There’s no rush. No demand. Just rhythm. Just breath. Just presence. I open the cabinet or reach into my stash. I don’t overthink. I listen with my body. My hands land on exactly what I need. Loose leaf treasures in a glass jar. A hand-wrapped teabag filled with roots and blooms….