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Here to practice the craft.

https://aleelink.substack.com/

Writings

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Story In Her Hands

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1 min read

The hands wrapped around her cup of tea had held stories of the earth. The wrinkled creases decorated with markings from the sun, leftover paint from yesterday’s project etched into the corners of her nail beds, and soil still alive under her bitten fingernails.

A slight tint of yellow painted her fingers from the turmeric she was using for her weekly batch of Jamu, a medicinal drink she learned...

Favorite Witnessed Moments

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1 min read

Drops from yesterday

Tiny pools gathered on leaves

Signs of nourishment

Floral and bitter

A greeting of devotion

The first sip of tea

Soft and squishy bliss

Sublime and pure perfection

Kissing them goodnight...

Poetry

Bhakti

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1 min read

Sitting in stillness with so much movement

Vocal cords dancing with the breath that supports them

Hanuman bolo vibrating through my cells

I could go on forever

Tears stream down my cheeks in sheer astonishment

I get to be here

I get to breathe in

I get to breathe out

Heart beating with equal parts excitement and adoration

How is it possible that my voice can start to feel hoarse but it ...

Poetry

An Unexpected Serving

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8 min read

The invitations went out, everyone rsvp’d yes and it was the day of the tea party. All of the guests got dressed to the nines, sundresses, hats, heirloom accessories.

They arrived. Some alone, others in small groups. Only to be received by absolute silence.

The room was oozing with stillness. The tea table was set close to the ground. There were no small sandwiches or penafores. No massive flor...

Matches, Tea, And Beeswax

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6 min read

Rosemary’s kitchen was still dark when hazel came down the stairs. Habitually, she went to flip the light switch by the stairs- in her house, the light switch for the kitchen was right by the stairs.

She touched only bare wall.

Hazel had a flashback to the summer she turned twelve at rosemary’s house. When she walked down the stairs on the morning of her birthday, the kitchen was lit solely by...

The 8th Wonder

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1 min read

These creatures who breathe in and breathe out without even thinking about it, whose systems just work with little to know effort… creators of art and destruction, builders and dreamers. Destroyers and lovers. Wonderers and wanderers. Overthinkers and movers.

These creatures who pour all of their energy into other people and neglect themselves along the way.

These creatures who pour all of thei...

The Bowl

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1 min read

What now is merely the alchemy of water and earth

Wet, moldable, and foldable earth

Will soon be a vessel for daily rebirth

Inside this ball of terracotta clay

Lives mornings of sacred ceremony awaiting new days

With a little pinching and smoothing

More water here, Ironing the cracks there

Stroke by stroke the bowl is truly moving.

Only in time, with focus and patience

She is breathed and sh...

Poetry

Miss Kay’s Smile

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6 min read

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world,” Ella whispered as she walked into her sterile and quiet office.

She didn’t say this to anyone specifically, but she knew she needed to say it out loud so it really landed in her body.

Earlier that morning, she was walking to the cafe. The same cafe she frequented every weekday morning on her way to work. Most days she’s in a hurried rush, ...

Sweet Nectar

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1 min read

Bees offer honey far more regularly than they sting.

Soon we will come to learn this too about life as human beings

There is far more good in this mighty world than there is evil.

We are simply trained to seek out and bathe in the dark side of people.

Let us rejoice in the beauty of being alive on a planet where bees make honey.

Pouring our attention and focus there as we continue forward on thi...

Poetry

Hot Water

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1 min read

The kettle is opaque but the rhythmic sound of the bubbles accumulating in the vessel gives proof that the water is ready for pouring.

The loose leaf tea rests in the teapot as if eagerly awaiting the bath of the boiling water. Alchemy is around the corner.

As the water begins to exit the kettle, the steam rises into the air. Not like smoke, but like the song of an exhale being breathed out.

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