Old picture of the meditation tree at Roth Estate, years ago.  I remember sitting under that tree for entire lunch breaks.  If not writing, then just thinking.  Letting the day and world and my own thoughts find me.  I was alone, and it was beautiful.

Anymore I’m thinking Bottledaux is a Mental Health blog.  I don’t know.

You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately – What is Bottledaux?  Started as a wine blog, continuation of the mikeslognoblog project, and then… going several directions.  Wine of course a thematic anchor but not the entirety, not the compass or director.

A needed zen wraps itself around me, assures me—  The story is decided, not hoped for or a consequence of simple observation.

Wish I could bottle the quiet in this room.  Replicate it, take it with me.  Then I realize I can.  It’s thought, it’s decided.  I can shove aside those other voices, the negatives and the aggressors.

This past weekend, flying by me like it didn’t want me or anything dealing with my story.  It left like it was dying to leave.

That’s time, this dismissive and indifferent and cold ebb.  Unavoidable.

15:15 – Not sad about not running today, to be honest.  I needed the peace, the collection, calm, quiet.