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I'm trying to find a replacement for my favourite tea
It was discontinued as not enough people bought it

I find that insane

However, here I am on this journey 

I settled back into my previous favourite of earl grey but I was somewhat disgruntled 

My favourite and my best was and always will be Toast and Jam tea

I presume it is reminiscent of after having had my second child where I hadn't had the scares I had with the first or the requirement to be wheeled off to theatre afterwards, just me/us, nothing dulling my senses, no one telling me I'll die if I don't leave the room with my baby in to endure nonsense related to me not dying that I felt didn't matter, but a quiet room, with my beautiful baby girl, my husband and the midwife giving me jam on toast and a cup of tea

Maybe it is that. A moment of occupying the exact space in the world I was meant to be in

I'm currently supping (no auto correct I'm not sipping) wild cherry black tea, brewed from leaves in a new special glass cup for brewing single cups of tea. I love most things cherry favour, they scoot my brain into childhood mode of sugary things... 

I'm trying to think when else I've belonged, images of when people spoke about my eyes being so blue came into my head. Something about that stops motion. I had many dreams as a child about my eyes being swapped by mystical creatures that were half woman, half wisps and came in threes to float above my bed and convince me to swap for black but I refused on the cusp of almost being deceived. I don't think that's related to tea at all, sorry, maybe you're here for the leaf recommendations...

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