Whisky and champagne....
On the continuum of abstinence to indulgence, I vote for excess........
My mother, who is now 103 and going strong, always advised ‘moderation in all things’ and she must know something, but I’m not sure that something is worth knowing. It’s not how long you live, but how well you live. “It is better to live one day as a lion, than a lifetime as a lamb,” states an old proverb.
I like single malt whisky. Laphroaig, my favorite, has the dark peaty flavor and sweet scent of the Hebrides. I like the way it makes me feel: a heat which warms the heart and brightens the mood; it lifts the spirit and kicks courage into high gear. One dram is good, but two are better and three are not out of the question.
Whisky helps me find that one address in which it’s possible to stand and view the world with dispassion and acceptance. Meditation will take you there too, but to take a page out of Dorothy Parker’s book, “Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.”
To hold the world in an embrace it’s necessary to acknowledge the good and the bad. Both exist simultaneously—great evil and abiding blessings. But completely sober, standing in that spot which acknowledges all truths is a difficult balance. One teeters, slips, tips over. Ironically, a drink or two helps me to stay upright in that place of truth. From here I can see vistas of light and darkness and the patterns make sense.
So try a dram with me. Or a glass of champagne—my favorite is Veuve Clicquot. Champagne is a particularly good way to greet the spring. Or come to think of it, the summer, fall or winter.