today…

On lunch early.  Time now 11:54 and I still very much feel run from earlier, those 9 miles that pushed me to think even more creatively than I have been.  This morning, several pictures of the vineyards and the bottles from the tasting I did toward yesterday’s end.  Can’t remember how many I tasted but I definitely stopped early.  Couldn’t taste anything after too long, no sensory connection or deep appreciation of what I placed on palate.  That’s how I knew it was time to stop.

This morning, running in my vineyard on Coffey and assuredly felt that runner’s buzz, the high from the steps and knowing I was getting closer to mile 9.  Wanted 13.1 but with my time constriction that wasn’t going to happen.  In fact, I wouldn’t have even gone out had little Kerouac not woke me.  So I now sit at my friend Cass’ desk and type as fast as I can before the private tasting arrives.  8 people from  I don’t know where, and it doesn’t matter as it more speaks to my point that these wineries and vineyards give people reason to travel reason to be away and see something different— some new richly compiled Newness that adds to their story.My thoughts are everywhere this morning, still having two pieces to edit from yesterday.  Wanted to but didn’t during my “lunch” break where I’m not at all lunching but thinking… planning… for my business… of what… storytelling.  Selling.  Blogging.  And what do I want to sell besides writing?  Teaching, one-on-one sessions for writing, maybe running, fitness ‘something’…  And, yes, I do want to teach or share ideas on staying healthy, being more than fit but living a healthy lifestyle.  Again thinking of some of the bloggers I follow and what they do concerning how they keep healthy, alive and fit.  Need to be alive and fit for my babies, and seeing the cyclists this morning streaming down Canyon Road on their Iron Man race (I think it is), I need to intensify my efforts and workouts.  Tomorrow morning I’ll wake early but not run, I’ll do core workouts like planks, pushups, sit-ups…  The goal is to be alive and healthy.  I know, now I just sound repetitive, just have noted this is dominating my thinking this morrow…

So far, tasted mostly Cabernets, from back vintages— oh, and that one vintage, ’06, of a Petite Sirah the owner had made for her father.  And that’s just what I’m after— the stories, family and love and the approachability of wine and its world.  That’s why people come all the way out here, I see that now.  I mean, I’ve seen it before just never celebrated in the revelation and understanding as I do today.  People come here because they feel a need to come here, especially wineries like Dutcher Crossing.  I see it every weekend when I’m in the tasting room, or hosting some private group on the back patio, under the pergola.  Think I have time for a quick vineyard walk, maybe.  Good.  I need one.  More stories, more stories…