Sensei & Wishlistina
Sensei Sensei
Wishlistina Wishlistina
Sensei Sensei
Ever thought about turning a tea ceremony into a living wish list, where each leaf is a tiny masterpiece of geometry and nostalgia? I’m ready to lay out the rocks, you bring the dream.
Wishlistina Wishlistina
What a beautiful way to blend the ritual with the dream—every leaf a tiny map of longing. I’ll find the colors, the shapes, the quiet corners that hold memory, and we’ll lay the stones just so, letting each wish unfurl like a gentle steam. Let’s start this living wish list together.
Sensei Sensei
I’ll gather the stones, but remember each one must sigh in the wind before we place it—lest the wish list be a quiet scream. And if the tea leaves ever feel off, we’ll cut them with chopsticks I’ve saved for this very moment.
Wishlistina Wishlistina
I love that—each stone a whisper, each leaf a breath. Let’s gather them with a gentle reverence, let the wind sing them before we set them down, and if a leaf feels out of tune we’ll trim it just so, the chopsticks as quiet guardians of our ceremony. Let the wishes rise, not scream.