letters of tea & milk
And so it begins...
Hello you,
I write to you from the breakfast table - my favorite place to be. I love to savor a quiet breakfast. One that’s best enjoyed in the early, dark hours of the morning. A breakfast where it’s just me at the table, as I watch the steam softly billow from the rim of my tea mug and I indulge in the comforting warmth that only a bowl of freshly made porridge can offer. Mornings like these hold a quiet magic - one that soothes the mind and fills the soul. This is my time of meditation, reconnection and reflection.
At 37 weeks pregnant with my first child, quiet mornings like these have become extra sacred. In three short weeks (more or less!), my life will become irrevocably changed. Through matrescence, I will step into the journey of motherhood - forever shedding my identity as maiden and embracing this new identity of mother.
It’s a transformation that both excites and terrifies me. In birth, my son will take his first breath and I too will be reborn. And on the other side of that birth, who will this person be? What will she like and do? What are the hopes and dreams and wishes she holds? Will she still find the time and stillness to cherish those early mornings of a quiet breakfast?
My hope for this blog is to collect the letters and reflections of that transformation. To carve out a tiny corner of the internet - a space to muse on motherhood, rediscover myself and capture the little moments that nourish the soul.
I hope you can find comfort in these letters and in this little slice of the internet. So let’s sit together - mugs of tea and milk in hand - and share this journey, one letter at a time.