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In my rush to get something online I missed a lot of the facts I learned during this journey. Please note I will give you what I remember in simple terms as my technical knowledge is not there yet. I had all this stuff roaming around my mind in the wee hours of other morning and as I want to keep the blog journal in sequence my journeys this past week will come after later.

As I write this piece today I am listening to Andre Bocelli and am in heaven – I am back in Europe with the feel of the music touching a very deep, longing and loving place within me….the passion of life within the words and music is so powerful….is this not what we seek on this journey!!!! Such pondering within the Sonoma wine country!

To continue – Facts I remember:

The vision of Lucy and Ethel stomping grapes in the vineyard is a fact of the past, yet anyone who saw that episode will smile at the memory and craziness it portrayed. This young man working the grapes by hand is as close as it gets today!

Grapes in general – the tannin comes from the skin- juice comes from the pulp.

Within the field or blocks of any particular variety of grape, for instance, chardonnay, merlot, shiraz, etc. the flavor and characteristics change noticeably because of the amount of sun, soil makeup, moisture,  drainage, and pruning. As I walked through the blocks randomly picking grapes to taste after a while I was able to tell where there were higher sugars, more or less acid, more pulp juice,  lightness or depth within the variety. When all these different flavors come together in the pressing each batch becomes absolutely unique and pretty much can never be replicated.

The weather and the slightest fluctuation in moisture at the wrong or right time can make or break an entire season of growth. Too much or too little sugar or acid; water and heat create mold within clusters; to prune or not to prune allows for more or less light and sun or not enough at a crucial time. As with all agriculture, reading Mother Nature’s cycles is an art and discipline borne out of experience.

In all fairness to life’s journey I do have to say that there has been a few moments of misunderstandings and assumptions by the three goddess’s in different situations on the journey to wine country. These are not to go into yet only to say that hindsight is such a great equalizer when objectively viewed from not only our 3-D world but also the unseen and higher realms of purpose. I thank my traveling companions for the gift of such great realizations into my own work and that of the greater picture we all so often (myself included) miss!

After the time spent with the Pete Barra and family,  I headed south to Sabastapol. My first visit turned out to be on a Sunday, day of the farmer’s market on the central plaza. It also turned out to be at the time of celebrating and honoring the Pomo Indian Tribe of Northern California. Dancers, singers and drummers of varying ages shared their history and cultural traditions under warm sunny skies to an appreciative crowd.

It was in Sabastapol that I had my first “couch surfing” experience with Bob and Kat. They opened their home and hospitality to me and what a great experience it was all around! Bob loves his “bike” and it turned out that he had just arrived back from a 30 day ride around Co, NV, AZ and CA.

From there I went to Petaluma for two nights and “couch surfed” with another wonderful family, Ron, Imka, Kayla and Sabastian. Conversations around the dinner table, watching Ron successful can the abundance of tomatoes they had grown in their garden and being charmed by 11 year old Kayla and her talent with the cello, clarinet and piano and wonderful her innocent dialogue. Kayla in her “shades”!

I am now just outside Sabastapol in Forestville staying with another woman. Irene is a former dancer and lives in a small home with an amazing garden she has cultivated over the past 10 years. She grows everything and has six chickens to boot! She asked me to stay here until next Wednesday to look after her garden while she takes a few days off for vacation. After that, I’m on to another adventure over the weekend with Therese!

I have been paying attention to the “clues” popping up as to whether this (Sabastapol) would be a good place to live! I thought Shasta area may have been it, but it appears not to be!  The theater, dance and creative scene in Sabastapol is very strong as is the healing arts community. A partnership would be a nice plus as well….time will tell!

Today we woke up to a soft rain and my host Irene went into panic to complete all the things she had not done to prepare for the first rains. What made it more urgent was the fact she was going away for a few days and could only see disaster “things” were not done. I helped where possible with picking tomatoes and grapes in the morning rain but left her to plants seeds and attend to her stuff while holding a quiet space…it is interesting how I am understanding the meaning of this type of presence!

Last night I went to a small theater production featuring 2 actors and puppets offering a dramatic message of life situations.. Independent Eye Theater! It was a different format for messages similar to my Life Theatre production!

About noon I left to go and do my washing, get coffee, visit the farmer’s market and then joined the last day of the countywide Art Walk by driving around following the signs to various galleries….millinery by Amy Smith- flyingcolorstudios.com (what I thought was a lost art – hats, both panama and felt, were part of my school uniform in Sydney), woodworking, photography, weaving, painting and incredible  junk art by Patrick Amiot (patriclamiot.com). His art is featured all over the town in parks, commercial buildings and people’s front yards. The whimsical memories of childhood are caught in each piece!

Well, I think I have pretty much covered it for this installment….I hope you days and nights are unfolding in similar mystical fashions. In conversations and observations with others the common theme (although unaware by most) is about life and passion for it….finding it….settling for less to keep peace…where to find balance in and to be in love with?……where are you in the dance….can we find each other on the same dance floor…..or will it be a brand new, scary, unknown, unproven, illogical location without a practice mirror to reflect US back to OURSELF!!!!!!!!  OUCH!

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