I find that while I stand there doing my traditional prep at the counter with my big pyrex measuring cup and my nylon sack full of soggy kava, as I work the sack under the water and squeeze it, I have a visualization of what I'm actually accomplishing that goes along with the ritual.
Letting it soak there, I picture little dry kava fibers swelling up and getting fat. Because the water's hot, I picture the oily bits inside the wood fibers melting a little and dripping into the water.
When I'm first starting to work the wad (I gotta find a better word than "sack" for that, and wad isn't much better) I picture squeezing all the fat wood chips together, and squishing out some of the oils into the water.
When I wring it out over the bowl, I'm picturing all the fat wood chips in the, er, wad, all crying out at once and then silence.
I really don't know what's going on in there. But having the visuals helps me with the tedium!
Letting it soak there, I picture little dry kava fibers swelling up and getting fat. Because the water's hot, I picture the oily bits inside the wood fibers melting a little and dripping into the water.
When I'm first starting to work the wad (I gotta find a better word than "sack" for that, and wad isn't much better) I picture squeezing all the fat wood chips together, and squishing out some of the oils into the water.
When I wring it out over the bowl, I'm picturing all the fat wood chips in the, er, wad, all crying out at once and then silence.
I really don't know what's going on in there. But having the visuals helps me with the tedium!