Essentially if something has a wolf on it or it’s blue I’m thrilled.  It can be something as special as my antique sapphire ring or something as silly as my wolf oven mitts.  I am over the moon if it has both a wolf and it is blue!  After my Choctaw grandmother walked on when I was fifteen, she inadvertently unlocked a treasure trove for my father and me.  I cannot explain it; everyone knew she wasn’t white, but, sadly, she buried her American Indian heritage.  Not that I can blame her, given this country’s treatment of Native peoples.  Nevertheless her legacy to my father and me was in finally discovering our culture, which explained so much.  It was like a jumbled puzzle where all the pieces at last fell into place.  That began the unleashing of my great love for wolves.  As I have grown older, pretty much all I prefer to wear is blue and I don’t care.  Based upon my great love for blue and wolves alone, I believe I am exceptionally easy to please.  So I was delighted to come across this inexpensive tequila.  I had no idea what it tasted like but it had a WOLF on the bottle and “BLUE” in the name!  I chose the reposado and happily made my way home to put it in our little bar.  At least I am not so crazy as to have chosen the blanco simply because the label was blue!  See?  Not crazy at all.  The American lyric poet Sara Teasdale once wrote:

“Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.”

I want to savor life’s loveliness, and help share it with others if I am able.  Each day brings its own discoveries and I want to uncover them … not just once in a blue moon.