A full measure of the tragic, the catastrophic, the dystopian dimensions of our life together on this planet is served to us, a concatenation of streaming media, Fox, CNN, ABC, NPR, to name a few.  It’s easy to understand why this is so.  Life’s extremities, danger, stimulates our fight/flight reaction.  Nothing is a more sure motivator, an attention grabber – than fear.  Since almost all news and entertainment comes by electronic media, which is supported by advertisers,  — material which compels us to watch and to listen gets first billing.

When you pause to think — is not life much, much more?

Yesterday Josh and I stopped in, as is our custom, at Broken Brix Winery and Cidery in St. Charles.  Late in the afternoon, in that in-between-time before the arrival of the after work customers, we enjoyed a few minutes of catching up, as well as a tasty libation, the vintner artistry of the family that owns this business.  The proprietors who served us mentioned that very day was the anniversary of the 21st year that they had been in business.  She commenced to us a brief chapter in her experience of earning a living, contributing to the communal life of St. Charles.

Not only was my glass of desert wine (pictured) delicious, that story alone was worth the price we paid for our drinks…….

Looking forward to our return to Broken Brix!

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Naturally there’s a tune, a song to propel us forward on this road for today.  Good Things by The BoDeans.

Good Things

By The BoDeans

Sunlight fall down on the fields
Sunlight fall down over me
Work all day, be all that I can be, yeah-heh
Say I can say words only simple
Say I can say words only clear
But, oh, I can feel your heart is beating near, yeah-heh

Haunted love is all that I feel, when you’re passing by
Haunted love is all that I see, it’s there in your eyes
And I say

No, no, no, don’t pass me over
No, no, no, don’t pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you

Give I can give love and attention
Give I can give all time away
Only to one heart I can give today
Be I can be man full of color
Be I can be man black or white
But only to one heart I can be tonight

Haunted love is all that I feel, when you’re passing by
Haunted love is all that I see, it’s there in your eyes
And I say

No, no, no, don’t pass me over
No, no, no, don’t pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you

Haunted love is all that I see, it’s there in your eyes
And I say

No, no, no, don’t pass me over
No, no, no, don’t pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you

Lyrics by by Jamal F. Jones, Timothy Clayton