Started writing vino letter, my latest. Took a bit of a break from it. Well, that’s one way to say it, the other is I got distracted. In cubicleville with my work, my laptop, phone, hear wind to right and want to walk vineyards. How much time do I have? 6-ish minutes remaining in my “lunch” “break”. Remain ludic, I tell myself.. ludic in all movements. Laugh at everything, or many things, or most— No, all.
Today, a sharp affinity for Pinot Gris, as I cited in letter. Should have a glass after work, under meditation tree. Why not. Certain thoughts that need be addressed and explored, and I could use some still, quiet, poetry, write pen-to-paper under that tree, at my bench, and follow my meandering mind.