Ramblings from my Teacup

/ moragnoffke

When we long for things other people have

Have you ever been at the beach or park and you see someone walking along with a lilt in their step, hair flying in the breeze and they seem to embody the picture of ideal happiness or health. Maybe it elicits a feeling of slight envy; you wish you could feel happy or have what they have right now. Often the grass is greener on the other side and we see things that aren’t there.

One such time, when I was a teenager, I walked down to the beach trying to figure my life out. I went there often seeking solace or happiness. One of those times I was watching a person, wishing I could feel that freedom they seemed to have, when it dawned on me that they might also have come to the beach to find solace. Maybe they were looking at me thinking the same thing. We are often hoodwinked into thinking others have a better life than us. From then on I didn’t view others with a pang of envy. It was many years later that I figured out that life is not an endless stream of happy days to chase after. Life is lived through each storm; each circumstance, happy or sad, and often in life we receive many things to hold in our ‘teacups’ at one time. Life is too short to keep longing for what’s in our neighbor’s teacup. What does your teacup hold at the moment?

The teacup of change

When the seasons change from winter to spring or summer to autumn our bodies know there is a change happening in the solar system. We sense the days growing longer or shorter. Maybe this is truer for those further from the equator. You’ll have to let me know what you think. Do you feel the change already?  I feel the change almost from the turn of the solstice, without really mentalizing it I begin to feel a pang of discomfort in my being as the sun rises later. I may be sad about it but the truth is sadness is something we feel in all our changes. These are our ups and downs. They are inevitable.

We cannot wish that change won’t happen. It will. Change is a type of loss. We might even know that summer will come again but for now it is leaving the northern hemisphere. Yet change also brings gains. We could wish we were someone else experiencing their lives. Instead of hanging onto what we are losing we can ask the question: what are we gaining?

  • When we let go of clutter we gain physical space and freedom;
  • When we rid ourselves of unforgiveness or bitterness we make space for positive change and growth.
  • When I let go of summer my heart turns to autumn and I see the long shadows eerily creep across the landscape and the sun barely arriving when it slides down to the horizon again. It’s a different time. It brings a conclusion to my busy days and bids me savor slower ones in its place. The days become cozy cocoons; just the place for creating new things. 
I don’t wish for summer; 
I am grateful 
For all I have done this season.
I don’t wish for summer; 
I spread my arms out wide to 
Embrace the journey into autumn.
I am excited to make space
For all the unseen plans
That are in store for me. 
I embrace the Unknown.
As I hold my teacup
And I face change
I make room 
For new brews, 
And infusions
Waiting for 
Warm steam
To rise.

I wish you warm brews in your teacups this week.
~Morag Noffke~

25 thoughts on “Ramblings from my Teacup”

  1. I feel the pending seasonal changes, as well, Morag. It’s not a conscious thing, it’s more like my entire body gets restless and I just want to be outside experiencing it first hand.

    And I get what you mean about seeing others and sort of wishing I had that life or that attitude about things. But I also remind myself that I never know what’s going on in another persons life. They may look like they have it all together, but appearances are deceiving. 🙂

    Lovely poem, too! I love the flow of it, how it quickens as it tapers towards the last words.

    Hope you have a creative week, my friend! ☕️

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    • Thank you for sharing your experience with seasonal changes. It’s encouraging to read. It’s a real thing that happens and it impacts creative productivity. I think I become more intense as the days grow shorter too.

      And thank you for your comment on the flow of my poem. I appreciate it, I did consciously shape the poem but I didn’t notice the flow quickening. So thank you for drawing my attention to it. 😁

      You too, here’s to the creative muse. 🥂

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  9. An insightful post, beautifully followed by a lovely poem! I truly appreciate your deep observation and thoughtful reflections. Seasonal changes certainly leave their mark on us, but I also see them as the body’s way of responding to and resisting change. Whether we like it or not, change is inevitable, and perhaps the better approach is to embrace it gracefully.

    Whenever I found myself in distress, my mother would often say, “Don’t worry; all days are not alike. Good and bad days move in a cycle.” Those simple words have stayed with me.🙏💐💗

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