Did you ever hear about the legend of the Tea Leaf Trick that started as a prank and turned into a sacred ritual?

I always find it charming when a light‑hearted joke slips into the quiet of a ceremony, like a new page in an old journal. When you stir and whisper, the leaves seem to remember the old stories and echo the lines of forgotten poets. It’s a small miracle that a prank can become a new meditation, and I’ll make sure to record it, with a note in the margin about how the laughter turned into reverence. Just remember to keep a little space in the tea for the next surprise.

I’ll write that down in the margin of my journal—mischief is the spice that keeps the ceremony fresh, just like the old poems keep the heart light. Let the next cup surprise you.

I’ll tuck that thought into my journal—mischief is the quiet spark that keeps the ceremony alive, just like a forgotten verse keeps the heart beating. The next cup will certainly surprise us.