Liberal arts, good teachers, all those books we read, their purpose is to remind us of the basic creativity of the human creature.

I get done with the work week, and there's a lot of good stuff to think on, probably the kindness and compassion that flows sometimes, but I'm also tired, from fighting something.  I have sore need of getting my chakras back in order.  The need comes from too much witness of consumption as a substitute for creativity.  It's a demon running through some people, and my job involves enduring it sometimes.

Perhaps it is the curse of some part of modern society.  Does it come from too much preaching of our own perfect gods to people who already enjoyed perfect and balanced sex lives, South Sea Islanders, lazy Buddhists, the backward and loin-clothed?  Is it the wave of our own consumerism overriding the perfect happy creativity within.? And school kids are given iPads rather than paper to draw on, pushed to receive more than do.

To make gentle the ways of man... something Robert Kennedy once said.  And I feel sort of sad, after it all, or perhaps just simply tired from being chased by all the overdoing, the consumption, the loud music played when I let a friendly customer take over the sound system with his iPhone.  Don't we know when to say when?  Go home, find clean pleasure with your partner.  Go find sweetness, quiet, innocence.

Or maybe it's just me, having been around the strange situation, the late night bar, too long, the lonesome, me included, clinging to a beverage when doing yoga or even grocery shopping to feed the body or sitting outdoors would be healthier.  Stuff that speaks of the blank healthy omnibus creativity we all have and might encourage in each other.

Ah, but what am I talking about.  Wine is a holy and mystical and creative beverage.  It is the sun's power in a glass.  It calms, it soothes, and on many a night there has been found the right wine to drink.  Tonight, as I think quietly on goodness, it is a good old friend, a Cotes du Ventoux, just right under the stars with the background pitch of crickets.  And I can't complain about the night before, a beautiful 2003, and very rare, Domaine de Trevallon, a remarkable wine indeed, that made all other wines look, well, not quite as holy.  Wine, yes, it too is creativity, part of the cycle and the judicious use of life on Earth.