So it's been ages since I've been here. I haven't been sure whether to keep this blog space going or not. Haven't felt drawn here. To sharing. To expressing.
But then something tonight just turned me on in such an inspiring way that here I am again all excited and wanting to write about it and share it.
Going with it.
In the past couple years (along with my art) I've been nurturing my inner wine geek. I've been passively interested in wine for a long time, but the past two years have seen me amp up the OCD on the subject quite a bit.
Aside from drinking lots more of the stuff, visiting copious amounts of tasting rooms, swishing swirling sniffing and very little spitting - ok fine, no spitting, I drink all of it, following more wine blogs than I can actually digest (whatever, see above OCD) and quite a few books on the subject I have also sought out movies about wine.
Tonight I watched Blood Into Wine. It's a documentary. Basic synopsis - Maynard James Keener, lead singer of Tool - moves to Arizona to make wine. I'm not going to go into the whole background of it, you can learn more about that here.
It woke me up folks. The combination of all the elements (the deleted/featured scenes perhaps even more than the movie itself). It's got wine, ecology, irreverence, spirit, sacred geometry, a wee bit of locavore-ness, humor, music, sensualism... words like consciousness and nagual get discussed...
It's like a coalescence of all that interests me at this point of my life.
The last time I felt this way was when I discovered permaculture.
Back then my interests at the time that were community, gardens, food, ecology, natural living, straw bale homes... I took a two-week certification course that completely rocked my world. That was in 1998. That seems like ages ago.
Well, it was in a way, I guess.
But tonight? This film? Seriously. It's like a light has been lit.
Coup de foudre.
That same feeling.
Don't have any idea what to do with it right at this moment. Well, except to perhaps keep sipping my wine here I have beside me, a Mourvèdre. (Can't get enough of those Rhone varietals.)
More of that, please.
(If I were put it into prayer form.)