A Chardonnay at the end of the day

Every evening around about five o'clock I settle in with my glass of chilled nirvana. A ritual that has served me well for these 30 some odd years now. Whether it is a martini, shaken not stirred, or a glass of wine, it is the stuff that relaxation is made of.

I know that my doctor would disagree with me but then she doesn't understand the process I think. Being of Asian extraction there is obviously a genetic inhibitor there that prevents her from imbibing in the elixir of life.

What is it with medical professions and their disdain for natures own tranquilizer? Well she is gone and another more understanding doc is advising me now.

There is something about a chilled glass of the grape to help one settle in, it puts a finish on the rigors of the day. When all is said and done it is a ritual that most definitely should be made sacred.

So many times I think, we neglect to understand the importance of ritual in general. Whether it is a glass of wine or a well rolled joint, a martini or a mantra, we all need a way to say goodbye to the day and welcome in the nurturing night.

So tonight, as we marvel at the mega full moon, let us all raise our glasses or what ever substance we feel it is that aides us in our quest for contentment, and give a toast to mother moon and all her lunar liaisons. Ommmm ... And Cheers!