Happy New Year Shanah Tovah

Another year, another shot at redemption, another chance to get it right, another stolen golden moment to count my blessings, and another opportunity to savor the sweetness of living everyday.

Living with or without leukemia is still living and cause enough for celebration.

Shana Tovah.

I wish there were shofar blasts every morning. Clear the mind and lift the soul.

To all those I have failed over the last year, please find it in your hearts to forgive me.

To all those who have been so kind and generous to me over the last year, I am more thankful than you know. You light up my road and make it all so worthwhile.

I move forward, my first year as an orphan, the family patriarch now that my dad is gone. I miss him so much.

But I have a big and growing family of my own, full of love and joy and surprises, and dear friends, old and new, near and far, and rewarding work with good people.

Again I reminded of the words of that tormented master, Reb Nachman of Bratslov. Life is a very narrow bridge. The most important thing is not to be afraid.

Across that very narrow bridge, across the universe. One step at time, one day at a time. Slowly slowly slowly healing the brokenness in me and all the world.