Warm drinks are a form of care.

Quietly, in the slow moments that reside in kitchen nooks in the earliest and darkest hours.

Casting a spell like this looks like steam rising from a kettle, or warmth on the hands and lips with a touch.

Warm drinks are often how we begin. Offered in sincere comfort, tea, coffee, and broths are gestures signalling whole hearted welcome.

I will often return to warm drinks in seasons of uncertainty, when I’m in need of a grounding presence, or when the days feel thin. They ask very little. Just presence.

They remind me that nourishment doesn’t have to be elaborate to be meaningful. That care can be simple. That warmth, offered steadily, is enough.

What warm drink do you return to when you need grounding?