When I was little I had a book called Owl at Home. It must have been my brother’s book, since I would have been around 7 when it first came out, but it was one of my favorites for a long time – well after I could read past that level and one of my favorite stories was Tearwater Tea.
If you click the book link above, you’ll be taken to a page that talks a good bit about Tearwater Tea better than anything I could say now, at 4am, but that’s something else entirely. I often find myself thinking about Owl, oftentimes after crying, but also when the moon follows me home 
It never occurs to me to catch my tears in a kettle. It never occurs to me to catch them in anything, at least not until after I’m done.
Owl said the tea was very salty. I believe him, but I’d also kind of like to try it for myself.