Hands Burned, Cracked, And Stained By Tea
Awhile back I made friends with a sweet elderly man who runs one of the oldest tea houses in our city. He seemed extremely busy, but he took a few minutes to sit and chat with me about his work.
It’s obvious that he’s passionate about tea, which he discussed with near-Turkish enthusiasm and near-Chinese sagacity; he even stuck out his hands as proof of passion. They’re cracked and burned from decades of tea service, and I’m hoping to go back to chat w/ him more and to hopefully get some more photos or footage.
Someday, I want my body to be marked with that kind of dedication to my craft. Good share.
Good point, Ben