A year ago, I spent a few days in a little moroccan village named Mirleft. It is a calm little town at the seaside. We had a wonderful time there. It was an easy living. Daily routine consisted of barbecues at the beach, having a coffee or a cup of tea now and then, strolling around the market and at six o´clock in the evening grab a fresh fish sandwich at the best grill shop, before they were gone. And they were gone very quick. We even became friends with some of the village people around our age.
It was nice for a week or so, but we soon asked ourselves if it was something we could endure forever. Would we trade our realities with our new Moroccan friends if we had the chance to? We definetely recognized all the difficulties: No job opportunities, the depressing vacuity, lack of variety and an overall tedium of daily routine in that desert enviroment.
One day I was sitting with a cup of mint tea on the rooftop of the cafe where everybody goes, chatting with a fellow fisherman. Quite incidentally he made an notable remark, You europeans drink your teas to fast.
All endings are the beginning of something new. And since I like to defer finishing my projects, I would like to postpone this ending as well. The plan is to take some of the findings towards boredom and transfer them into designing a tea set. A small approach to implement a ritual in our everyday life. The tools for a ceremony dedicated to celebrate boredom. To help us practice virtues as waiting, modesty, tranquility and serenity. And to help us handle aversions like surfeit, weariness and deprivation.
After all, sometimes the best way to cope is having a cup of tea.