from grapes to wine...

the liberation of my disappearance and my disappearing act was miraculous in the sense that it took quite some time to accomplish and more than i thought, the temptation to not vanish, poof! like fog, was harder than i had ever imagined.

no, the disappearance had nothing to do with the curly locks i lost this morning under the scissors of an elderly barber from calabria. nor was the vanishing act related to the misplacement of anything tangible and loved on this fair earth. though perplexed i have been over those emotions as well, but alas, that's another story and one for the birds and the bees only.

it was just that i had vanished, houdini-esque in our modern world. it was a coup and one that allies and i had whispered about in cafes from connaught place to the hungarian pastry shop. it was a silent coup, without fanfare, without an announcement (though one, naturally, had been pondered). no, this vanishing act was reinforcement that yes! i am human on this earth! a living and breathing being that resides in the city streets of the world, one who shields himself from rain under forest ferns and a man with bones and muscles, a heart and a mind. that is me, one to meet outside under the stars, on subway platforms, jumping from cliffs into lakes, reading novels in cafes and sitting beside fires on braided rivers of the world.

and then on the cusp of sleep on my bed of hay, i wondered, admittedly with vain, if anyone would wonder if i had died...

these are grapes right after the harvest on a finca outside of san juan, argentina...

love and health to all...