Years ago when I was a babysitter, I read a bedtime story to my charges about a sad owl who was coached by his forest friends to collect his tears and make tea with them. Tearwater tea. Your post brought back that precious memory (I'd just suffered the breakup of a CIR* and felt like my whole body was crying all the time even when I could contol the tears), and, I too am in a process of cleaning and have a teapot (without a lid!) that I keep because it belonged to my grandmother (I'd given her the teapot as a gift!).... Oh my dear, your post is more evidence that words do have tremendous power in our lives! I'm sending love and gratitude to you right in this moment. Thank you.