There comes a moment in every life when rest has done its work.
When silence has spoken all it needs to say.
And the soul, once heavy, begins to remember its power.
This sacred sip is a quiet call. A soft push forward.
It sits on your desk or beside your window like a gentle elder whispering,
Let it remind you of your becoming.
Of the strength that sits in the knowing.
Let it greet your mornings with courage.
 
Let every sip remind you:
“You have rested enough. Now rise.”