…want wine to speak to me, and not like she has before. I’m going to watch her, speak with her, listen to her visual and moment-to-moment recital. Each winery, each driveway and surrounding vineyard, for the story. A book could be and should be written ‘bout each. Each seeks to me teach, I know. She reminds us to not complicate, to not think much less excessively. Live and create from present.
Made another cup of coffee to sip slow, as Chris and I will be heading to Starbucks on Hopper for planning meeting. Not a formal meeting or even really a meeting at all, just talk and lightly plan our day’s aims. Tomorrow I’m at the winery, pouring and speaking. Need to make it lucrative, I have to say. Same with this writing, small little wild wine writing releases that place everything to thought plate…