Wherever I go, there I am.
It's been about four weeks since my moment of revelation when I decided that red wine was no longer a part of my Zen of life. As ordinary living creeps and blends with conscious living I began to feel a wave of boredom coming over me. Not the kind of wave that engulfs you or crashes down on you soaking you to the skin, but almost a mist just landing, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention, if you weren't conscious. At first sensing something missing I simply tried to fill the hole with another glass of fizzy water or a single dark piece of chocolate. Then with still heightened awareness I notice the hole was still there. An interesting conundrum materialized, how to fill the hole to feel whole.
Parallel to this discovery I am also piecing together my one person show - The Zen of Red Wine. The show is sewn from the fabric of my life and exploring my journey from these two perspectives simultaneously is insightful to say the least. Roll into this life purpose and vision for my business's and you have quite the stew. Exhausting to say the least. Last night exhausted from my quest for the holy grail of completeness I picked up a meditation book desperate AGAIN for answers and there it was in bold print...wherever you go, there you are. Comforting and disturbing all in one perfect little dose. So I suppose it's back to me, back to my needs, my values and my core looking for answers from the evidence and recognizing the unfinished business of my journey so far. So I suppose it is now time to visit the source, the beginning of the Zen of red wine and to walk the path again. This time clear headed and conscious, aware of the wind changes and the gaps. It's time to build bridges, seek the truth and take a good honest look. And I thought the journey was over!
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