Thank you for your simple and heartfelt journey home, which brought me back to my own home. I am quietly contemplating my life and the meaning of home as I reach for my journal and colored pencils in the early morning light.
Dear Candace, I too love teas just like you. For me, the teas I have collected from the countries I have travelled to are the repository of my memories. I have a small cabinet just for them. They are like friends to me. I take out a tea bag put it into a cup and pour boiling water over it, add honey or brown sugar and my place of happiness and peace start with the aroma emerging from it.
Quite beautiful , loved your illustrations and the text: Iām from Sri Lanka which has its own intense tea culture. I really love Masala chai, it appeals to my spice laden taste buds. The real deal, as you said , about coming home, is a state of mind. So glad you found Jorge and Uruguay, and that tea chest: a return, coming back full circle.
What a delightful memoir! How fitting that I got to the end with a big mug of Russian Caravan -- my go-to after years of Lapsang Souchong -- the morning after returning from a tour of the UK (a nation with its own thoughts on tea). Thank you for this introduction. I look forward to getting to know you better through your words and watercolors.
My eyes are misty. I loved that you posted all the stories together. Reading this post is a blessing on a Palm Sunday evening. Thank you.
Iām blown away by your work. The illustrations and even your handwriting are gorgeous.
Loved reading your story. Beautifully presented with great sketches - thanks for sharing!
Thank you for your simple and heartfelt journey home, which brought me back to my own home. I am quietly contemplating my life and the meaning of home as I reach for my journal and colored pencils in the early morning light.
Dear Candace, I too love teas just like you. For me, the teas I have collected from the countries I have travelled to are the repository of my memories. I have a small cabinet just for them. They are like friends to me. I take out a tea bag put it into a cup and pour boiling water over it, add honey or brown sugar and my place of happiness and peace start with the aroma emerging from it.
The entire thing is that rarest of things: Something New. I am so, so glad you're doing these. You're so good at this.
Candice! This is incredible. Found you through the Substack Feature and really enjoyed this unique approach to memoir
Just lovelyā thank you! Delighted that Iāve ādiscoveredā you ā¦and you reminded me of my canister of mateā! Enjoying now. Slanteā š
Beautiful!
Quite beautiful , loved your illustrations and the text: Iām from Sri Lanka which has its own intense tea culture. I really love Masala chai, it appeals to my spice laden taste buds. The real deal, as you said , about coming home, is a state of mind. So glad you found Jorge and Uruguay, and that tea chest: a return, coming back full circle.
A beautiful story, beautifully illustrated! Perhaps you'll go to Greece one day and discover Mountain Tea!
I remember when you first posted these -- and I loved re-walking the memories with you. And the tea chest! How lovely and fitting <3
What a delightful memoir! How fitting that I got to the end with a big mug of Russian Caravan -- my go-to after years of Lapsang Souchong -- the morning after returning from a tour of the UK (a nation with its own thoughts on tea). Thank you for this introduction. I look forward to getting to know you better through your words and watercolors.
Love this so much! As a fellow chai lover and big fan of personal essays, this warmed my heart. Keep going x
Your story with itās beautiful illustrations went straight to my heart. Thank you for this perfect jewel.
This resonated. If I could change out tea for coffee, I would 100% agree. Thank you for this. Itās such a corner of calm in a chaotic world.