I have recently read an article about a tea house, a quiet and unique tea house that does not even have a signage, neatly tucked away in a leafy street somewhere among the thousands of Starbucks cafes sprouting up around it. The small tea house under the three aged purple vines is however where the local artists, writers and philosophers gather - their spiritual oasis.
Here is what is says:
With a sip of GOOD tea, eyes shut and soul cleaned;
Have a dialogue with the forest where the tea grew, and the workers who harvested the tea;
Time seems to be remote, same as the buzzy world around;
Leave the ups and downs of life aside and simply enjoy the world of a pot of tea.