We watched Dalai-Lama Renaissance yesterday, lent by M., the sheer joy at seeing and hearing the Dalai-Lama, his words, his presence, his chuckling. All is clear and simple and I can see it in my own heart. Glimpses of India that somehow seemed to say more to me about the place that anything I have read or seen so far.
So you stuff a few sprigs of lemon thyme in a glass and pour just-boiling water, and you have given yourself the time, the time to wait for the tea to be ready, the temperature to be right, the drink to be enjoyed. We will have enough.