This morning I wake luculent, thinking of wine as a business, maybe lifestyle, but definite love. Coffee done being brewed while I go over in my head ideas for wine, selling it in a way that’s me– written, creative, gently instructional, conversational. Then I see it– wine is truth. Your truth. What you’ve seen and where you’ve been. Wine begs all the components of your life that have absolutely nothing to do with it. The morning promises a wildly enriching day– family, collection of thought… I’ll burn with inner notes like an angry forest blaze that’s impossible to contain.