Not letting certain seats or suits or dimensions instill any fear.  I’m taking this wine story into my own hands, in SO many methods and ways.

Conditioning my thinking in a cosmic and thoughtful bottle.  Contained, in one place.  No bloody distractions.  Like yesterday driving here from the loft, listening to podcasts rather than music.  While it rained.  First time I’d ever done that and I was in a peaceful ease and type of Me that I’ve never been.

The same with my wine writings and steps from here on…. Writing about it differently like the Chardonnay last night.  Orin Swift, show new magnetism and might, and spell-casting… in a Chardonnay.  I remembered at one point in the podcast Sedaris talking about how he felt about his own writing, writings from the past and how he’d find things wrong with it.  My past wine notes, I don’t know, I quite like them.

They were eager, innocent, I could see the urge and urgency to do something new.  To talk about wine like no one else does. 

Wine photos in my phone, stretching back over a decade.