Whiskey & Redheads

“Red heads are made of sugar and lust” Tom Robbins

Whiskey colors my freckles and fuels the passion in my heart to light the world on fire with my madness.  There’s no doubt if you’ve met me, you have felt my vigor.  Not a simple bit to admit, but after a lifetime of shame, heart full of fear, and mind filled with demons I’ve come to see my beauty in the eyes of lovers or friends or compatriots.  Overall, it’s a terrible idea to bother with what others think of you, it’s none of your business as Anthony Hopkins has been quoted as saying.  When going through a phase of self exploration, it is useful to ponder on the way we affect others.  What is our lasting impression on not just strangers, but also our associates?  I tend to feel our tribe overlooks our defects with ease, while passersby feel our energy at its peak.

Freshening myself up for a second journey in life has me paying attention to my reflection in the eyes of others.  Sometimes, I come across like a warm shot of whiskey – tasty, but tough to swallow, with a lasting warmth and possibly a pain in the gut.  Other times, I’m smooth and reminiscent of rye on the rocks, full of wisdom, sending the mind to pontificate on solving the world’s problems.

I enjoy being a redhead and Tom Robbins has stated our mystery best, suggesting that we are both full of demure wisdom and lascivious wild, to be revered and feared.  Seems, at the onset of life we are to be different than other humans.  I’ve never felt like I belong and have been teased for my freckles, red bush, sunburns, and strawberry mane.  It toughens you up, perhaps this is where our feistiness is born.

Whiskey seems to be the elixir I enjoy most, and feel at home in its orange hue.  If you encounter a redhead enjoying whiskey, be warned the fire can warm your soul or singe your eyebrows.