When my kids grew up, for some reason, they correlated the image of limousines with fame. The dark tinted windows of these stretch vehicles made them always respond the same way. "I wonder which famous person is in there." And "funningly" they will always start their wish list of who they think is hidden behind those shady windows. And in my quiet amazement, I realized that there was some reason to their infatuation with a hope of accomplishment and sharing. It wasn't until years later when a limo picked us up at the airport at the same price a taxi cab would, that both the girls stuck their heads out of the sun roof and said, "We don't want people to have to guess who is in here. That just makes it miserable for everybody who is not in here."
So quickly the image of stardom and royalty converted to commonality, but still with pride. And never did I hear, "I wonder which famous person is in there" again. In our dreams, we all belong there. And in reality, we are all there. In today's world of social media that is so puzzling to me, but also so pretty and enthusiastic, we lift the veil over the limo and everybody is sticking their heads out of the sun roof with a post that says, "Look, it's me. Look where I am. Look how fortunate I am and look how happy we are." And suddenly happiness is where it always belonged. Right where I am and exactly who we are.
I see this happiness and unbridled satisfaction at the vineyards right here at Kiepersol every day. And I know that it is for us a work place and a farming lifestyle, but for many others a much needed moment of connection with earth, beauty and purity seemingly as mythic as the famous person in the limousine.