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Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart

blogging, hubris & tea ~

It’s an act of extreme hubris to begin a blog — it says that what we think and feel and do in our unexceptional life is worth noting. And of course it is, to those who love us.

But I’ve felt for some time that there isn’t enough of that — the attention to the lives of others, from the perspective of at least a distant family member. We don’t really care what people think, it seems like lately. We just want them to know how we feel.

This comes up alot on Facebook — people say they want to ‘discuss’ politics, religion, morality. But what they seem to want when we scratch the surface is for me to agree with them. I don’t always agree w/ my best beloved!

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This blog is partly about that — what I think, how I feel. But it’s also, hopefully, a place where others can share what they think and feel. And do so with the idea that we often love people we really have nothing in common with. A dear friend is married to the nicest man — he’s a wonderful father, a walking ad for perfect son, a rare friend and he loves her deeply. Politically and in terms of his religious views? We have very little in common. And I suspect if we met today — without her love for both of us as a bridge — we wouldn’t bother to get to know each other. But I would have missed a dear friend, a wonderful person.

We need more bridges. We need them built over a river of tea — like a table set spanning a thin ribbon of water, where we can talk and share great food and learn more about each other.

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I told another friend yesterday that we need a year free from politics and religion to get to know each other:

“I think if we could just get to know each other — the way we grew up w/ our families — we could talk out our problems,” I said.

“A whole year?” he replied.

“Don’t you think it would take that long? For us to get beyond I’m a liberal/ I’m a conservative. I’m a Southern Baptist/ I’m a Unitarian…?”

Unity by Monica Stewart

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He didn’t think we could make it.

But I still have hopes. This blog is my start at a bridge. I’ll be including poetry (my own and that of others), tea talk, pictures of great food (virtual tea tables) and thoughts on whatever we might visit about as we get to know more about each other. Let me know what you care about (and of course, what kind of tea you like :)).

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