Little Rituals didn’t come from some fancy idea or big business plan. It came from the real stuff, the messy middle of motherhood, when you’re running on no sleep, holding a baby that won’t stop crying, and wondering if you’ll ever feel like yourself again.
It came from those nights when I didn’t have much left to give, but I still had a kettle and a few minutes to breathe.
Back then, tea wasn’t about wellness or aesthetics. It was survival. Something warm to hold when my whole world felt cold and unpredictable. It was a reason to stop moving, even for a minute. It was the one quiet thing that didn’t ask anything from me.
And slowly, those minutes started to feel sacred.
Every night, after the house finally went still, my husband and I would make tea. It became the way we found our way back to each other, no matter how loud or long the day had been. Sometimes we’d talk about everything, sometimes about nothing at all. Some nights he’d fall asleep mid-sip, still holding the cup, and I’d just smile. Because it wasn’t really about the tea, it was about showing up. It was about remembering that even in all the exhaustion, there’s still love, still connection, still us.
Our tea became a quiet language between us, a kind of love letter written in steam and silence.
That was our little ritual.
It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t picture-perfect. But it was real.
And that’s where this whole thing started, from the smallest act of care in the middle of chaos.
Tea as Self-Care
There’s something about making tea that feels almost holy to me.
It’s simple, but it’s powerful.
From scooping the herbs into the cup, to pouring the hot water and watching them dance, the whole thing is a sensory experience. The herbs twist and open, releasing their scent, their color, their story. You inhale and it hits you, earthy, floral, citrusy, grounding, like nature itself is reminding you to come back to your body.
You watch. You wait. You breathe.
You take that first sip, and something shifts.
It’s not just the warmth. It’s your nervous system unclenching, your shoulders dropping, your mind slowing down.
It’s you remembering that you’re allowed to take up space in your own day.
Tea is so underrated. People think it’s just a drink. It’s not. It’s medicine for the senses. You see it, smell it, taste it, feel it, it touches every part of you.
It’s a reset button disguised as a cup.
Building It From the Ground Up
When I started creating Little Rituals, I didn’t just want to sell tea. I wanted to bottle that feeling. That moment of stillness, of being human again.
But once I dove into sourcing ingredients, I was furious at what I found.
Even “organic” teas weren’t as pure as they looked.
Teabags sealed with glue. Microplastics in sachets. Chemical flavorings pretending to be “natural.”
It felt wrong. How could something meant to heal us be filled with that?
So I decided I’d do it differently, the hard way, the honest way.
Every single herb is clean, traceable, and chosen with intention.
I source them from small farms and trusted suppliers who care about their plants as much as I do.
I blend them myself, in small batches, by hand. You can literally see the difference, whole herbs, real color, real aroma, real life.
This isn’t tea for the masses. It’s tea for the soul.
Every Detail Matters
Everything you see, from the label design to the jars to the cups, came straight from me. I wanted it all to feel like a ritual.
The glass jars that show off the herbs.
The bamboo-lid cups that make you slow down.
The Bombilla straws that make you smile.
The little honey pots that make your tea time feel like a love story.
Even the packaging was designed to remind you that beauty belongs in everyday life. Because I really do believe this, life is too short for ugly things.
Every detail was a small act of care you could feel in your soul.
It’s for the ones who need a reason to pause and remember who they are.
Supporting Small, Staying Rooted
Every cup of Little Rituals supports other small businesses, the farmers, the label printers, the packaging makers, real people who care deeply about what they create.
It’s a chain of humans doing their best, putting intention into something that will land in your hands, your kitchen, your body.
It’s the opposite of fast, disposable, and thoughtless.
That’s what ritual means to me, doing something on purpose.
The Heart of It All
At the end of the day, Little Rituals is more than tea.
It’s the space between chaos and calm. It’s connection. It’s a sigh at the end of a long day.
Sometimes it’s shared, like my husband and I, sitting side by side, too tired to talk but still showing up.
And sometimes it’s just you, standing in the quiet, pouring water, watching the herbs unfurl, feeling something in your chest unclench.
That’s the magic of it.
It’s not about the tea, it’s about the moment it creates.
So tonight, when the world feels heavy or loud, make your cup.
Pour the water slowly. Watch it come to life.
Take a deep breath. Feel your shoulders drop.
You’re home now.
That’s your ritual.
That’s what this was always meant to be.
PS: You can find my Little Rituals teas, jars, cups, and accessories in my shop and inside my little shop at Salvaged With Grace. While I didn’t make every single item by hand, I chose each one with purpose, from the glass jars to the bamboo cups, and added my own Little Rituals touch to them. Each piece was picked because it belongs in a moment that matters. Everything in this collection was designed, curated, and wrapped in the kind of care I wish I could hand you myself, one cup at a time.
💛 You can find my Little Rituals tea collection here — each blend is hand-crafted with pure, intentional ingredients to turn your quiet moments into something sacred.
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