Parable of the Missing Cork Screw

It’s 1:14 AM and I am on a creative streak. There are times when it just seems like all of those disparate thoughts and feelings are beginnings to coalesce into something more ethereal and beautiful than before. Something translatable.

It always excites to learn that there might be an opportunity to transfer those emotions that are, at first, wholly personal, into an experience accessible to others. An experience that might even someday be collective. Creating space for hearts to fold into that same or similar interpretations of my emotion so that connections might be made between the hearts of those I may never meet and that may have otherwise never found commonality.

Which brings me to why I wanted a glass of wine in the first place. I had purchased a bottle of Kurant Brew & Brew’s EPOCH for the first time. It’s 67% moscato really, and 33% Apple which they call Dry Grape Apple Wine… I like their designs, okay! I’m a design whore. Sue me.

Anyway, it’s late. I’m being bad. I know I should be in bed right now, otherwise I won’t want to wake up in time for me to eat breakfast, and workout and make a protein shake prior to my 9:30 AM conference call. But it’s lockdown and I’m working from home and I haven’t honored that morning routine in more than a week anyway so what’s one more day, right?

I’m downstairs, rummaging through drawer after drawer and I just can’t seem to find the bottle opener. The now chilled bottle of Kurant EPOCH is sitting on my counter slowly collecting sweat as I start to get frustrated. This would have been the perfect night cap. Not too hard. Just enough to keep the creative juices going. That’s when I recognize that I’ve been totally side tracked by this little mission to find a cork screw that I’ve lost nearly 20 minutes of valuable, inspired writing time.

I decide to chalk it as a loss. I turn off all of the lights and start trying to feel my way through the black living room to the stairs that lead back to my bedroom/ lockdown home office. But I pause. There’s two 30-something men living in this house and at least one of us (me) has way too much time on his hands to drink too much. There is absolutely no way that these drawers are barren of a cork screw!

So I turn around, fumble my way back to the kitchen, turn on the lights and start pushing around the contents of the too-cluttered miscellaneous drawer with greater determination. Within seconds, pushed all the way to the back of the drawer, is a narrow $2 cork screw that is sure to do the trick. I unsheathe the thing and pop up on the bottle of EPOCH wine (which I discover to be a joyful bottle of elegantly emasculated goodness) and get back to writing.

Then I wonder how many other hidden gems, forgotten gifts, and untapped resources I have at my disposal that I never leveraged to achieve my wildest dreams. How long have I been letting bottles of delicious goodness sit around untasted? Flavors never savored simply because I didn’t take the time to thoroughly look?