It is another Sunday, a week home from wine country. Today we can only dream of warmer temperatures and snow less grounds. It is windy and the sun has already left.
But this morning we made wine, one batch white, from B. C., the other one red. It was a soothing process, going through all the steps of scrubbing the tubs, sterilizing, rinsing, stirring, adding, more stirring, and sprinkling. Well to be honest, I was mostly an observant and the cleanup crew. But none the less, I enjoyed the process, the aromas and the rewards.
I have forgotten the pleasures of creating…the sense and feel of making something. My brain has been rewired for instant success, instant pleasure, instant everything by our electronic age. Perhaps I have been fooled that everything can be done stat by aiming the mouse and pressing enter. I have been fooled that life is getting everything done now, so that I will have TIME. I have been obsessed about time, having more of it, having huge chunk of it, hoarding it… till I will have enough. That never happens, of course. I am like a rat in a maze.
So that is my Oprah’s light bulb moment from making wine this morning…that everything in life is a process. You cannot have everything all at once. It’s in the steps that give us a sense of accomplishment and meaning. It’s really not all that earth shattering, but sometimes I am a little dim. I could not see it any sooner. I see it now. And as I am sipping my cup of coffee, I am blinking at the wonder of it all.