Hello everyone,

I truly miss writing. I just bought a beautiful journal that I can't bring myself to write in because I'm afraid I'll ruin it's intricate outer beauty with flat inner junk. (Many of you might have noticed that I refrained from saying inner b.s.-- that's because I have had to watch the way I speak in my new work place and it's becoming a tiny bit harder for those phrases to flow).

I just got back from a dinner on a table under a tree along side the river in a park. We had cheese, honey, dates, melon, a baguette and a small roasted chicken (for the sake of protein).

It was lovely. New York is lovely. The cheese was lovely. And my morning coffee was lovely.

I just realized that in a few days I will be celebrating Rosh Ha Shannah with my family. Last year I was in Bahrain turning every step I took into a moment for reflection and celebration in between work meetings and time by myself in my quiet apartment where fresh dates from my friends back yard helped me welcome the sweet new year according to our traditions.