This morning as I made offerings at my altar, I spilled the tea as ai placed it by my statuary. I cleaned it up and used the damp towel to wash my face, then wiped down the rest of the surfaces. I remembered the expression of “spilling the tea” as a metaphor for deep sharing, like occurs in the private sessions I offer as a holistic counselor.
In the safe container of the therapeutic hour, clients divulge secrets and shadows otherwise held within. It can get messy, and yet the clean up offers an opportunity for further improvements beyond the freedom of expression. One’s face and space may also be freshened.
What secrets and shadows would like to express? What safety would such expression require? Ki to Happiness holds the space for spilling the tea and cleaning up after, privately in sessions and publicly in classes.