Rosh Hashana is upon us once again! As one year ends and another begins, my thoughts always turn nostalgic. I inevitably see the what-if's, the could've been's, the should've been's, and always...always... the what is and what isn't. 5777 CE began with a roar and a suddenly, my heart filled with the crazy, impossible kind of hope and faith that makes mountains move. But 5778 begins with the quietest of whispers, barely audible, a breath that can only be felt - if I hold still long enough. My faith this year is not exactly the crazy, impossible kind that moves mountains. Yet I press on..
It would be easy to measure this past year with its peaks and valleys, its losses and gains, successes and failures, sacrifices and gifts, but there is no point. They are the past; they are lessons learned, heart aches healed, or hearts still grieving, journeys filled with irreplaceable memories. Years do not need to be measured. Only cherished.
So during this time of reflection, when you look within your heart and at the past year, I pray you find a new sense of possibility, in yourself and your dreams. Possibilities in stronger friendships and new friendships, in soul healing relationships that stand the test of time, filling your heart with love and warmth. I pray you find confidence in the gifts you have to share with the world, and a renewed sense of faith if yours has been shaken as well. May favor fall upon you as a celestial blanket. And may you always walk in the Light. That is my prayer for all those I know, near and far..