Sometimes I feel like a professional failure. Recently I’ve been doing a job merely because I can be successful at it, and it pays the bills. But I guess I’m spoiled by the notion that a job should be more than just a paycheck. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fortunately gifted (or have learned how) to find the beauty/benefit in the things I do or experience. My current occupation is no different, but nonetheless, I often find it lacking in fulfillment. I imagine millions, maybe billions, of humans have gone through life facing this same sentiment. But somehow that doesn’t make it easier to experience it myself.
When I worry
That I’m too much,
You embrace me
Stretch me
And suddenly
I feel safe,
Protected,
Loved in your arms.
I am
Wild,
Sensitive,
Intimate.
In one single action
You respond,
Incorporate,
Engage,
In deep
Intimate
Connection
With me. - HNT
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I went to a wine tasting last night at Mercy in Addison. We tasted wines from the Bogle vineyard in California. Overall I really enjoyed them all. My personal preference was for the Zinfandel, while Oasis and 3D both preferred the Cabernet. (The wines and a description of them follow). Anyway, Mercy is quite posh, elegant hanging curtains, ambient lighting, and comfy sofas, with hard iron elements all around. The wine list is extensive and the food divine. It makes for a wonderfully delicious evening. I highly recommend it.
Anyway, as the evening progressed I excused myself from the table to visit the ‘powder room’. While inside I overheard this conversation:
Lady 1: So what do you think now?
Lady 2: I’m not sure, did you find out what he does?
Lady 1: I don’t know for sure, but it’s not blue collar…I think he has his own manufacturing or something of the sort.
Lady 2: That’s not bad.
Lady 1: When we get back out there see if you can find out for me.
I was immediately sickened. Both were women in their 50’s. I had hopes that women matured beyond that stereotype by that age. The whole concept that women need to find men who can ‘finance them’ has always been hard for me to swallow. It’s so shallow. I suddenly had this image of all of my male friends jumping from rock to rock in a boggy swamp trying to avoid all the alligators with women’s bodies. Don’t get me wrong, men can be just as shallow in a different way, but I wasn’t overhearing them in the act last night.
I guess I’m spoiled because I tend to enjoy the friendship and company of a higher class of individuals.
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2003 Bogle Chardonnay
Appellation: Clarskburg and Monterey California
Cooperage: 60% New American Oak 9 Months in New American Oak
2002 Bogle Merlot
Appellation: Clarskburg & Central Coast California
Cooperage: 100 % barrel aged in American Oak for 12 months.
2002 Bogle Cabernet Sauvignon
Appellation: Monterey Lodi & Clarksburg California
2002 Old Vine Zinfandel
Appellation: Lodi Amador County & Fiddletown California
Cooperage: 10 Months in American Oak
The girl in the window is watching me. How do I know? I am watching her also. It’s a game people play. I suppose it’s to pass the time. She sits across the aisle from me and the night in the window becomes a mirror. So we sit looking out into the dark…seeing only each other. But, by watching each other we also see a reflection of ourselves.
We spend too much time just looking at the phantasms. Are we afraid to truly look into one another’s eyes? What would we be able to see? What would two strangers unwittingly disclose in such an intimate act? Perhaps we prefer to seem mysterious.
I turn back to my ‘window watching’.
