Friday, April 23, 2010
poor soil
I once read the greatest wine comes from grapes grown in poor soil. That the effort of the vine to extract nutriments from the ground somehow lends itself to the sweetest and most complex of bouquets--in time; for in the pain of barren soil, those days of broiling sun, of cloudless skies and withered leaves, the promise of greatness seems but a dying man's dream.
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Now if only I liked wine, poor soil or not. Though perhaps I haven't tried enough to decide.
Gray, I was never a fan of wine until I went to Paris. In France, even the cheap wine tastes better than anything I've ever had in the US. And it seems to be like the difference between eating corn straight from the fields (which I've done in Iowa) and eating it from a can off the shelf. The wine in France was like that. And although the wine I buy here, in the States, is still pale by comparison, I know what wine can be, and perhaps, when I have a glass, I drink as much memory as reality.
There is something to be said for having to work for something. We tend to take things for granted if they come to us too easy. I guess we are similar to grapes in this regard...thus when we work hard for something we are grateful, when it's handed to us, we end up with a "sour grape" attitude.
I pray your day is full of peace!
TIGHT HUGS and WARM KISSES
LOVE ALWAYS XOXOXO
hhhHHH
My day is full of many things, but peace is not one of them. I am discovering new levels of stress as a diver might discover the depths are deeper than previously thought. And once again I sit not alone, but with my old friend fear. He has come to stay for awhile. And it seems we have a lot to discuss.
SIGH!!!I would like to sit with you, in silence, and hold your hand, and ease your pain and your mind, as Em would do with Trev. With a look and a touch, not a word. Words are meaningless when fear is around. The comfort of a dear friend that loves you for your tender heart and soul can hep chase away fear. I will sit now in silence, but know I am here, and am, as always, praying for you to find the peace that you search for ans deserve.
True appreciation is only ours when we understand the value of a thing, whether it is of a buck, of friends and loved ones, everyday kindnesses, of life, and one can only wish to know, to understand, to be reminded often. I am reminded of a man I once knew, whose smile was rare and thus seemed a greater treasure when bestowed... I like so very much this tale, of playing the hand dealt, letting no circumstance dictate or rather dull belief, of following the promise that all things are possible, of poor soil not a deterrant but the very reason for greatness. We must dream and we must continue believing we will reach them, especially when it is hardest. Love, hugs and wishes, x
I think this makes the most sense out of my life than you will ever know...
What a wonderful thing to say Cat. Thank you.
I just love the way your mind works.
--snow
Awww Snow, extra marshmallows for you, the big ones. :-)
I feel much better about my lack of interest in wine after reading your comment. Thank you!:)
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