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The vine needs to suffer. Going down into this earth-fighting to survive among stones, among the lime rock-this is what gives it its from. Its taste. Its unique character. These grapes will create a wine few other vineyards can compare with not because their life was easy, but because they had to struggle to survive.  The vine  needs  to suffer? To be at its best, it needs to suffer, yes. And fight. I’m sorry for it, then. No creature should have to bear pain.  Pain is part of this life. No one can escape suffering. Not the vine, nor we humans, as you well know, my lady. But what if we are like the vine and that affliction only makes us better?  Consider, my lady, I’m the gardener and I know what the vine needs in order to thrive. You only see the stripping, but I cut the vine in order to restore it. I take away from it to enrich it. You hold in your hand a withering branch and that’s all you see now, but I know that I...

I don’t know if I regret my life in these last days. I know it’s the end because I’m forgetting the beginning. I forget where the bathroom is when I need to urinate at night. I forget my grandchildren, whom I had long considered the equivalent of my life's work. Yesterday, I forgot my eldest son. For a long while I thought he was a stranger sitting in my house in my son’s clothes. I had been waiting for him to arrive, to relieve me of some of my worries. I had been telling everyone around me that my son was coming! I was very excited. I know my son can do it all much better than I can now. He can calculate the numbers and keep the house in order. He can sort through my things and do the work that I cannot do anymore. He can look after his mother much better than I can now. He can remember. He can remember much better than I can now. But I worry. If I forget my first child what else have I forgotten? I don’t want to forget my life before it’s taken from ...

We all come to a point in our lives when we want to let go.  We want to remove from our future what dragged us down in our past, or to simply start again. Occasionally, life forces us to this point as it's gentle push forward toward a clearer perspective. We are reminded that we are no longer defined by who we once were, our past, but rather who we have become. As part of my personal attempt to achieve this, I tried to delete a lot of my online accounts today. Keyword being "tried." But it's true what they say about the world wide web, once we commit, seems like we're bound for life. I struggled to delete everything. Firstly, the process of deleting all the interlinked accounts is extremely complex. Secondly, it takes so much effort to comb through years of online media to completely remove yourself from the web and finally, and most thought-provokingly, because it is a struggle to let go of our past.  To erase everything would mean erasing collections ...