Whenever I enter into a Gong Fu Cha session, it feels like the world softens. As I pour each round, I am not just making tea — I am creating a sacred bridge between spirit and earth.
Tea has always held a deep, soul-rooted connection for me. One of my earliest core memories is sharing tea with my Papa — simple, unspoken moments over a warm cup. I didn’t know it then, but those moments planted a seed in my being… one that would eventually blossom into something far more spiritual.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize: I’ve walked with plants before. I’ve held the wisdom of herbs and essences in lifetimes past. Tea and essential oils feel like kindred allies — familiar, timeless. My soul remembers.
Through the graceful art of Gong Fu Cha, I’ve learned to listen deeply — not just to the whispers of the leaves, but to the rhythm of my own body. Contrary to what some believe, tea doesn’t always overstimulate the heart. When prepared with reverence and intuitive care, it can support the heart, not disrupt it. I’ve learned to extract the essence in a way that harmonizes with my energy, not work against it. It’s a heart-aligned alchemy.
This practice has become more than just tea — it’s become my portal. A forest within. When I sit in ceremony, I visualize myself in a new world — a woman in silence, surrounded by wildflowers and fireflies and held in a meadow kissed by twilight — that’s how it feels inside me.
It’s where I go to untangle my thoughts. To listen to what my emotions are truly saying. To root myself back into the earth when the world feels too fast.
Tea anchors me. Balances me. Returns me.
And I believe… the more we steep ourselves in stillness, the more sacred life becomes.
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