the mirage of nostalgia
is rendered through the senses,
painted by witty tricksters
that pine for the pure.
yet their brushes are true,
precise in their placement,
framing memory's oasis
with vibrant allure.
-Michael Minton, Dauntless Distributing
With those words, we toasted to the Van Roy family, to Cantillon, to lambic traditions. Holy Grale was among 60 breweries across the world to take part in the celebration of Cantillon Zwanze, this year's being a nod to the framboise the Van Roy family brewed in the 1980s. Revelers to this brewery lined up as early as 11pm to secure their part in this year's memorable event. Thanks to everyone for making this day the happy and joyous occasion Jean Van Roy intended for it to be. Prost.
It is January 31st. I sit here pen in hand staring at this moleskine notebook I use to keep business notes. It also holds blog post ideas that I write down in moments of brilliance and then promptly forget. No idea has been seen through. Partially due to laziness (who wants to blog when there are so many other things that need to be tended to?), but mostly due to fear. Specifically shame. That dreaded " I'm not good enough" feeling that resides in the back of mine and so many other artists' minds. "No one wants to hear what I have to say," or "someone else can articulate this so much better." No one may want to hear what I have to say and others definitely could articulate similar ideas better. But this isn't about others' interests or writing prowess. It's about imperfection and the feelings and beauty that originate from that. It's about me and the perfectly imperfect people I am so honored to surround myself with year after year.
