One beauty of humanity is our ability to celebrate the New Year in just about every month of the year. In a few hours, the year 5769 begins according to the Jewish calendar and we'll be celebrating with our beloved family and friends. Even if you're not Jewish, please join us in raising a toast tonight to new beginnings and in giving thanks for the joys of the past one. For me, I'm grateful for spending time with the people I love most, especially the immense amount of time I've been able to hang out with our children particularly in the past few months, for the new friends I've made both personally and through my work, for being able to speak honestly even when it's been uncomfortable, and for having the time to write, garden, and do yoga, three gifts that make me very happy.
None of us can ignore how difficult this year has been, and, especially, how scary things are right now. I have a dear friend who may lose her house, another who will be deployed to Iraq in a few weeks, another whom we were lucky to visit with today who just lost her husband, and another who is quite ill. I know all reading here can add to this list. What can we do? We can remember to always say "I love you," be more forgiving moment by moment, and tell jokes. I wish I had one at the ready but, sentimental me, I'm in the teary space.
I leave you for the next day or so with a few snapshots from the opening of Building Steam, where our daughter, Eliza, showed a new piece that caused more than a few wows. When we have a really good shot of the drawing, I'll post that. Meanwhile, here are a few shots that show its detail and in the last photo, one that shows its size with the artist and her father.