Flight plan for day. Be mobile. Move around. Go outside the usual print of the day. Don’t have to start moving for a bit. Physically moving, that is. An ’09 Chardonnay last night utterly stunned me, how it was still alive and saying something, wanting itself known and heard, felt. The post-it on my desk, reading “Circles Paths Questioning” so much in line and tune with last night’s screw-top Alexander Valley Burgundy. The Chardonnay writes the day’s flight plan, where we’re to land, what our altitude will be. Today, all music… all song. Each scene and movement in this tech office is a track. Walking back from leaving the lunch I brought in the fridge I cringed a bit thinking how today could be just another day, mirroring yesterday or others past. Then I said no, no, I’m pronouncing my proclamation to have today be all music.
Latte starting to work, grip soul and structure of this day’s story. Asking me, or making me ask self, “Would I produce a Chardonnay?” Not sure I would. I’ve thought about it, and in these entries talked about it. But serious consideration of Chardonnay production…. Not sure.
Was shown something that has me afire. Now I vary and make more colorful my approach and productivity composition. Not limiting self to one thing, one path or promise. But multiple. A myriad-esque approach to this, what I do as an AAE. Interesting role, this is. Putting me more and more in a vineyard in Bordeaux, or more than likely more immediately here in Sonoma or Anderson Valley. The person showed me not knowing what was in my head, where I was in the week’s story. Which makes it all so much valuable more.
Sip latte, wondering if a run will happen today. Think it will. Right now still moving a bit slow and only wanting to explore this new idea I have… not writing it here but in the Kerouac journal. Haven’t done so, yet. This idea is so consuming and seductive that I may need to take a break, go for a walk and sit in breakroom, or outside in back of building as I did that one day.
Business cards all over desk. Part of puzzle. What is success, being successful… far as I can see it’s not stopping, and reaching some peak of total creative and functional autonomy. Distracted by the idea itself, now. It’s more than value, more than a monetary potential, but….. not sure what it is. What species, what phylum, what form or category, sub-category. It’s present and I hear it. The IT to it all.
This is not just simple mobility, staying moving. No. It’s…. why do I have to define it? Why not just build from it. I will. For my vineyard, small little wine story. And yes, I’m thinking now, Chardonnay has to be in the rally. Today, a Chardonnay, one like last night. Seemingly past its presence and persuasive power but not at all. Not thinking, just writing.