From Reality to Memory
Belinda washed the beautiful fragile teacup gently in water soapy and hot. A careless moment of hurry, had broken it’s partnered bone china saucer a few years previously. The beautiful china teacup was not destined, ever, to be loaded in the dishwasher. Her dishwasher was a definite convenience, but the gold on the cup would surely flake off just as memories flake off once the reality of a moment is passed. Pouring tea, for ladies decorated in their finest on that long ago Golden Anniversary for her grandparents, was as real, and the moment as fragile as the precious tea-cup.
She promised herself to hold all of her realities loosely but carefully. The hustle and bustle of the work world did tend to be like a dishwasher. Everything gets cleaned up and done, but the sparkle inadvertently gets rubbed off. Of course all of the should’s and shouldn’t’s, she had learned through the years just heated things up loosening past joys, and yet holding tight pieces of painful memories.
Drying the cup carefully, she replaced it, saucerless, in her china cabinet awaiting hot tea and a cookie.
“Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.”
~ Catherine Douzel
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