As I try to heal after losing a dear friend, I have found great comfort in sipping tea from one of her teacups. I carefully carried her vintage jewel home, unsure if I would be able to sip from it so soon since the sight of it made me quickly recall memories and long for more. However, as I poured sencha up to the golden rim I felt connected to her. In some way the tiny teacup brought me great comfort. It's as if I can have tea with the memory of her in a matter of moments. No longer just a cup, this treasure will serve as a reminder and a way to honor her spirit. And again "seeking comfort in tea" is layered with new meaning.