The Last Exile

I love new years and try to celebrate as many as I can. It might even be fair to say I have an insatiable appetite for New Years. There is something so incredibly seductive about venturing into a new year with all its unknowns that I long to do nothing more than just rush in.

Couple the mystery of a new year with a feast, and I find myself very much like Oscar Wilde and am able to resist everything but temptation. It is said on Rosh Hashanah it will be inscribed and on Yom Kippur it will be sealed. So on that note, I will be battering the virtual hatches with Leonard Cohen’s Who by Fire and leave you all to ponder while I feast to celebrated being lucky enough to meet another new year surrounded by those I hold most close to my heart.