The Wine Glass 🍷

The truth is that no-one can escape being “fluffed, fluffed over, fluffed off, fluffed around, or just plain ‘ole in need of getting fluffed up,” and it is for this reason the existence of wine was created, but why wine? Catholicism tells us that Jesus turned water into wine, and when we drink from “his” cup we embody the holy spirit. I read somewhere once that an ancient civilization believed that during the stomping and fermenting process; spirits were extracted from the grape. It is a weird thought … but they might have been on to something. Is there actually a profound link to life and death through wine? What if wine is life and the cup is life’s vessel? I had an experience with a wine glass recently that made me think about this theory.

When my best friend Nicole was alive, we had a conversation about wine, and a wine glass that holds an entire bottle. I don’t remember how the conversation started or how it ended, but what I do have is an eleven year old Facebook memory that is both the trigger and inspiration for writing this piece. Before Nicole passed away, I remember texting her about how desperately I needed a girls night with wine. That girls night unfortunately never happened before she died on July 16, 2023. The thing about Nicole; she had a larger than life personality and the sense of humor to go with it. I knew Nicole would find ways to communicate with me from the other side, but I wasn’t ready for that. I was still working up the courage to delete the text message threads from her off of my phone; seeing the stream of texts every day and knowing I would never get another one from her … was too hard. I knew that the only way for me to cope … was to not see them anymore. The proverbial “out of sight, out of mind” method. I consciously chose to close myself off spiritually after she passed away. At the time, I felt like I needed to shut off and shut out. I question now whether this was me grieving Nicole’s death, or if I reverted back to an old childhood coping mechanism.

One of the hardest parts of my healing journey has been learning to recognize my own toxic patterns and behaviour, and in many situations I victimized myself. I was my own worst enemy. It isn’t easy to consciously sit with discomfort and face the shadow side of oneself; doing this means not running away, not bottling up; living in the present, not having all the answers, and getting comfortable with being uncomfortable. I have had to learn to stand up when others are sitting down; to not give a flying “fluff” what others think, and I have had to acknowledge my unhealed childhood wounds. No longer able to procrastinate, or play “fluffing dumb;” too spiritually aware for any more life sucking shenanigans. I now have no choice but to listen; innately self-aware, and refusing to repeat any more toxic situations or engage in low vibrational relationships … AND … in that moment of proclimation … my world stopped spinning; gifted the only validation I need to back up the wine glass theory … THE EXACT wine glass from our Facebook conversation 11 years ago. How this wine glass got to me is a story of its own … and requires it’s own blog piece.

Here’s what I think; I was gifted the physical cup (life’s vessel), so that I remember to fill it with wine (life). A direct sign from my spiritual team communicating to me that I am devinely protected … AND … that I have alot of “wine” still to drink; to enjoy my vessel, to drink up the “fluff, the fluffed up, the fluffing fluff, and everything in between … AND … Nicole is stocking my wine cellar, so thank you Nic Nic … OH … AND … I love you ❤️.

xoxo – 💋 Scarlettangel777