It has been so cold here for the end of May. I have been drinking oodles of tea. Recently I broke out my matcha green tea stash from our trip to Japan last fall. I have been saving this fun handmade “happy neko” cup that I acquired there for a special occasion. A quiet moment for tea meditation seemed just right. It isn’t even a traditional matcha bowl and I still need to get a special bamboo whisk to make it properly, but otherwise I tried to follow the matcha maker rules I know to a (ha ha) T. It was a decent representation this first go round. But now besides the wonderful memories and images that come to mind when I remember autumn in Kyoto, going to Shinto shrines with Masayo, and visiting giant Buddhas, I have to wonder what devastation many Japanese people are still dealing with as they sip their tea these many months after the tsunami. I need to find more ways to help. Maybe my Red Cross disaster relief training will be a useful next step.