At winery.  Ready for notes. 

For learning more about wha tI do at this winery and in the wine industry, intrinsically.  Pictures of the fog and the bare vines, Sauvignon Blanc, looking into the nothingness where the ground and stage disappear.  I’m sent further into my own pulse of meditation and collection, contemplative steps and sense set.  What am I doing here.. where am I going… what am I learning from this step, and this one.

This only happens to me in the vineyard.  I go there for something more than a photo.  Even for more than the meditation.  It’s possible I have no idea why I’m out there.  I’m just there to be with and see the vines, listen to the birds from one tree talk to another.  Not about explanation and solution, but proximity, peace.