And after a walk,

I learn and even more appreciate that the natural voices in the vineyard blocks have evenness and wholly healing properties in their words.  Natural creek gravel under soles, the leaves with color shifts in certain parts– the freedom of ‘out there’.  I had to take my walk today.  It wasn’t optional.  Another moment of terrestrial sagacity came with me looking closer at a cluster, understanding that that life will be given more life in a matter of weeks, transitioning into wine, something in a glass for sips and words, questions and answers thrown at walls, and about the stars.  The walk told me to let go.  Not talk.  Just walk.