Why it takes so long.

You order a glass of wine. Red to be exact. Our best selling red due to it’s low price point and Italian vintage. You do not look like someone who can be enticed to try the beautiful complexity of the unknown varietal just below. Desperately ignoring the sweat gathering between my shoulder blades, a witty…

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our feet root into the age old memory of harvest the earth pressing up into our soles as if to remind that we too hang heavy on our vines ready to be picked.

No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of our old self-sure self. It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt our most faithful little black dress our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit. This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside. There are no words for the feeling. It simply is. It simply is who we are. Without questioning…