All three shelves in a white cabinet with a glass front and a splashing painting above it (shades of brown splattering a green striped cup) are dedicated to mugs I choose one with care matching it to my mood to the day to the tea I'll brew in it The tea itself another quest of local sources new flavors and old favorites Usually black and strong and spiced with sugar or honey and milk full of heat and energy Sometimes I need the emotional warmth rather than the physical so I hold it and enjoy its scent until it goes cold in my hands Sometimes I talk through tea instead of words or take a sip instead of saying something It's good to stop and think and listen but there is also a time to speak.