Some days, our bodies whisper, “slow down.” A few days after our Vigan trip, mine spoke louder — a sore throat, heavy eyes, and the kind of tired that makes you want to wrap yourself in something soft. My son got my sister's bug and I got it from him. I wanted to push through and write, do my chores, etc. But I got to thinking. The more I push, the longer it will take me to heal. So, instead of pushing through, I decided to turn recovery into ritual. Healing, after all, can be luxe too. Tea as Comfort The first thing I reached for was my Japanese tea pot. Its design is simple. It didn't have a matching tea cup when I bought it, so I paired it with a completely different tea cup. The mismatch didn’t bother me. I find beauty in mismatched things. I made a simple honey, strawberry, and lemon tea, poured it steaming into my cup, and waited for it to cool down a bit, as I cannot drink hot beverages. As I held it, I reminded myself that not everything in life needs to be...