Welcome Home

A sacred and intimate ceremony, where love, life, and tea meet as one.

Thursday and Saturday mornings, 9-11am, in our home in Boulder, CO.

A heart-expanding, soul-nourishing, and insight-illuminating experience that truly touched me. To sit and be with yourself, the wisdom of the tea, and the field of secure, family love is such a beautiful opportunity I wish for all.

Kelly Wilde Miller

A heart-expanding, soul-nourishing, and insight-illuminating experience that truly touched me. To sit and be with yourself, the wisdom of the tea, and the field of secure, family love is such a beautiful opportunity I wish for all.

Kelly Wilde Miller

Since before our daughter’s birth, Tea has been our way home—a simple ritual that’s carried us through birth, through celebration and rupture, through every season of becoming.

Each morning, before the world begins to move, we sit together in ceremony. And in the stillness, something quiet and magical happens. No matter where we are, our hearts start to find each other again.

Over time, this practice has become the heartbeat of our home—a space where we meet what’s real, sip by sip.

Where nothing needs to be fixed or changed.
Where every part of us can be welcomed and met.
Where we remember—again and again—that being here is enough.

It’s one of the quiet joys of our lives that our daughter has grown up inside this field of presence—that nearly every morning of her life has begun in Tea. She’s learned, in her own way, that love can be simple, that silence can hold us, that presence is something we can return to again and again.

When we travel, we bring the ceremony with us.
When friends visit, we invite them to join.

Now, we’re opening this field to you.

Since before our daughter’s birth, Tea has been our way home—a simple ritual that’s carried us through birth, through celebration and rupture, through every season of becoming.

Each morning, before the world begins to move, we sit together in ceremony. And in the stillness, something quiet and magical happens. No matter where we are, our hearts start to find each other again.

Over time, this practice has become the heartbeat of our home—a space where we meet what’s real, sip by sip.

Where nothing needs to be fixed or changed.
Where every part of us can be welcomed and met.
Where we remember—again and again—that being here is enough.

It’s one of the quiet joys of our lives that our daughter has grown up inside this field of presence—that nearly every morning of her life has begun in Tea. She’s learned, in her own way, that love can be simple, that silence can hold us, that presence is something we can return to again and again.

When we travel, we bring the ceremony with us.
When friends visit, we invite them to join.

Now, we’re opening this field to you.

Since before our daughter’s birth, Tea has been our way home—a simple ritual that’s carried us through birth, through celebration and rupture, through every season of becoming.

Each morning, before the world begins to move, we sit together in ceremony. And in the stillness, something quiet and magical happens. No matter where we are, our hearts start to find each other again.

Over time, this practice has become the heartbeat of our home—a space where we meet what’s real, sip by sip.

Where nothing needs to be fixed or changed.
Where every part of us can be welcomed and met.
Where we remember—again and again—that being here is enough.

It’s one of the quiet joys of our lives that our daughter has grown up inside this field of presence—that nearly every morning of her life has begun in Tea. She’s learned, in her own way, that love can be simple, that silence can hold us, that presence is something we can return to again and again.

When we travel, we bring the ceremony with us.
When friends visit, we invite them to join.

Now, we’re opening this field to you.

To start the morning with tea in this way is to soften into presence and bask in a field of connection that is beautiful and rare.

Yasmine Idriss

To start the morning with tea in this way is to soften into presence and bask in a field of connection that is beautiful and rare.

Yasmine Idriss

The sacredness of being together in silence is palpable in tea with Edmond, Kiki, and Ember. The safety of their family invites comfort in stillness. Each time I get the honor of tea with them, I feel inspired to slow down and connect intimately to myself and loved ones.

Coco

The sacredness of being together in silence is palpable in tea with Edmond, Kiki, and Ember. The safety of their family invites comfort in stillness. Each time I get the honor of tea with them, I feel inspired to slow down and connect intimately to myself and loved ones.

Coco

The Invitation

Once a week, we welcome you into our home to share the ceremony with us—to sit inside the same rhythm that holds our family.

You’re entering our living ritual—the same space that roots and renews us each day.

For about an hour, we sit together in silence,
letting the Tea do what it does best:
soften edges, slow time, remind the nervous system that it’s safe to rest.

Each sip a reminder of how to be with what is—
the warmth, the breath, the ache, the beauty.

Ember plays or crawls nearby, touching our cups, singing her songs. Life happens.

And then, when it feels right, we open space for whatever wants to be spoken—
what’s alive in your hearts, what’s true in ours.
It’s sometimes tender. Always real.
And we allow what’s present to be held in a field of love that’s both intimate and vast.

It’s a sacred reminder of a simple truth about home —

Home is what exists when we stop trying to be anywhere else:
the home inside the body,
the home inside the moment,
the home that’s always been waiting, right here, for us to return.

Welcome home.

Once a week, we welcome you into our home to share the ceremony with us—to sit inside the same rhythm that holds our family.

You’re entering our living ritual—the same space that roots and renews us each day.

For about an hour, we sit together in silence,
letting the Tea do what it does best:
soften edges, slow time, remind the nervous system that it’s safe to rest.

Each sip a reminder of how to be with what is—
the warmth, the breath, the ache, the beauty.

Ember plays or crawls nearby, touching our cups, singing her songs. Life happens.

And then, when it feels right, we open space for whatever wants to be spoken—
what’s alive in your hearts, what’s true in ours.
It’s sometimes tender. Always real.
And we allow what’s present to be held in a field of love that’s both intimate and vast.

It’s a sacred reminder of a simple truth about home —

Home is what exists when we stop trying to be anywhere else:
the home inside the body,
the home inside the moment,
the home that’s always been waiting, right here, for us to return.

Welcome home.

Once a week, we welcome you into our home to share the ceremony with us—to sit inside the same rhythm that holds our family.

You’re entering our living ritual—the same space that roots and renews us each day.

For about an hour, we sit together in silence,
letting the Tea do what it does best:
soften edges, slow time, remind the nervous system that it’s safe to rest.

Each sip a reminder of how to be with what is—
the warmth, the breath, the ache, the beauty.

Ember plays or crawls nearby, touching our cups, singing her songs. Life happens.

And then, when it feels right, we open space for whatever wants to be spoken—
what’s alive in your hearts, what’s true in ours.
It’s sometimes tender. Always real.
And we allow what’s present to be held in a field of love that’s both intimate and vast.

It’s a sacred reminder of a simple truth about home —

Home is what exists when we stop trying to be anywhere else:
the home inside the body,
the home inside the moment,
the home that’s always been waiting, right here, for us to return.

Welcome home.

Growing up, my family was chaotic, noisy, overtaxed, and under-resourced. The contrast with teatime with Edmond, Kiki, and Ember is so palpable. Something in me can settle. There’s enough time, enough space, enough attention for everyone. Nothing needs to be rushed. Highly recommend.

Gadi Garfinkel

Growing up, my family was chaotic, noisy, overtaxed, and under-resourced. The contrast with teatime with Edmond, Kiki, and Ember is so palpable. Something in me can settle. There’s enough time, enough space, enough attention for everyone. Nothing needs to be rushed. Highly recommend.

Gadi Garfinkel

CO · AWAKEN

Awakening through sacred partnership—one couple at a time.

Boulder, Colorado

© 2025 Co-Awaken LLC. Crafted with love in Boulder.

CO · AWAKEN

Awakening through sacred partnership—one couple at a time.

Boulder, Colorado

© 2025 Co-Awaken LLC. Crafted with love in Boulder.