Archive for Nov, 2019

The sea outside is greenish blue, with a silver shimmer of dim sunlight. I light an incense stick from Auroville, India, “Musk”. Put a few drops of pinetree and rosemary essential oil in the diffuser.

Then I start making my morning green tea, japanese ‘Sencha Midori’ from ‘Sing Tehus’, Copenhagen, from Kagoshima, southern part of Japan. I choose a black laquer tray and put a black ceramic teapot, Kyusu, on it, a white teacup and the japanese paperclad teacontainer. Brew my usual tea in this way. Though beautiful – it is actually better the usual way, just a metal filter in a bigger teacup. This pot somehow filters too much cloudiness or “stuff” away, so it becomes too clear for me…. I get too brews out of it, that’s it. (The pictures are from a ‘nirmal’ brewing, with a chestnut sweet, left over from a tea-ceremony.)

While sipping tea, I start reading William Blake, an ongoing project of mine, getting to know english poets from the romantic period, and right before and after.  Big favourites are Wordsworth and Coleridge, whom I have read intensively, and whose hiuses or museums I have visited in the UK. Then Keats and his museum on Hampstead Heath (not too far from Mei Leaf : ) Spring 2018 I visited three teashops in London, met such welcoming people and beautiful places, with professional gong fu tea: Postcard Tea, Mei Leaf, Camden, and The Chinese Tea Company, Portobello Road. They are doing great work, and it’s tempting to order more tea. Still some “Duckshit” tea left from tge last mentioned.

William Blake (1757-1827) seems to have been quite poor during his lifetime in London, working with doing etchings for others, of ancient sites and stone monuments in the UK. His genial drawings/paintings were only exhibited once, and were quite badly received. They ARE different, but today he has been recognized as a great visionist and poet. Quite religious, having done motivs from the christian Bible, and also from the big inspuration for him, Milton (16th c.). He was just about 20 years older than Wordsworth and Coleridge – which reminds me of Goethe, who was just about that much older than the rest of the GERMAN romantic movement. There always comes a younger generation, who breaks free and regards the older as too stiff and not revolutionary enough. Blake and Goethe have nearly the same year of birth and death.

More birth and death in poetry: Blakes ‘Songs of Innocense and Experience’ (1789). The first part is light, easy, nearly naive. The second something completely different. Magic, shamanistic, an evolution of the earth: “Hear the voice of the Bard! / Who present, Past and Future sees / Whoose ears have heard / The Holy Word / That walked along the ancient trees.”

Part of this is also ‘The Garden of Love’, arguing that religion should be about LOVE – childhood, flowers, the garden – and not about RESTRICTION.  A newly built chapel with the words “thou shalt NOT” written over the door. The priest in black robes, and tombstones of death.

“I went to the Garden if Love / And I saw what I never had seen: / A chapel was built in the midst, / Where I used to play in the green.”

I wonder if that is one of the main forces in New Age and the more global awakening and spirituality, that sweeps the world: to not FORBID, restrict, exclude – but to include, love, see things happening as possibilities, not punishment. Open – not closed. All inclusive – not exclusive. Insight for everyone – not only the few.

Have a good weekend, Ulla


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Good morning, and enjoy some amazing sencha with me. Look at the colour… it’s “Tsuyuhikari”, or “Light dew”, from Copenhagens “Sing Tehus”. The new sencha of the year, socalled shincha. If I remember right, I took part in writing the text for the danish translation on the label in the back of the bag a few years ago, when I worked there. The leaves are sweet and grassy, the tea itself deep green, nearly thick and creamy, sweet, and extreamely refreshing… Morning reading: a book about plants, and german romantic Novalis.


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