You may not be into wine,
but consider the grape that is....
I am fascinated by the similarity of the wine making process
to that of the nature of a human being,
and to how we keep our souls alive on this Earth.
and to how we keep our souls alive on this Earth.
Alone we are one grape but collectively we are a magical and fascinating science of fermentation, of history, of love.
Consider what makes great wine.
A great chateau, prime soils that have been perfectly groomed throughout centuries, the location on the Earth which shelters the grapes from strong winds.
But then consider the human factor - the love that is given to the vines
like the gesture when each berry is carefully picked and treated with respect.
You are the grape.
Thomas Duroux, CEO of Chateau Palmer in France looks at a grape that was grown on a vineyard that is over 400 years old.
He says,
"Ah, I know you so well, I know your soul, I know your character,
but what do you want to tell me this year?"
While you are the same shape, the same fruit, from the same soil in the same spot,
You have evolved so much. Your history and all of the facts say so much about your DNA and how you taste, yet this year you are different than the last.
The grape is picked off it's life line, it's pressed for it's inner juice.
What is released from within you?
What gives?
Are you bitter because you were trapped in dry, dark soil
or are you sweet because you felt so loved and grounded in this rich blackness?
The cork is pulled and parts of you are shared with millions
waiting to experience your beauty,
waiting to judge your taste.
In this fleeting moment where you are so vulnerable with all your insides exposed,
you realize what an impression you can make on one person. On many.
Your raw inner beauty is appreciated by so many because it's such truth.
It speaks louder than the hills you were grown upon and the name stamped on your bottle.
Your raw inner beauty is appreciated by so many because it's such truth.
It speaks louder than the hills you were grown upon and the name stamped on your bottle.
And once the last bottle of your soul has been opened and consumed,
it cannot be redone.
It has lived and told stories and eventually that year is a collective memory of a generation.
How that one person remembers your uniqueness that night...
how he still thinks about you when he's an old man and he speaks of you as way more than just a memory......
How she remembers that year the grape was so special it won awards....
She even describes you as a musical symphony to her senses.....
....that is how you were known,
that is why you were here
and why you always will be.
~ L ~
....that is how you were known,
that is why you were here
and why you always will be.
~ L ~
