It’s very troubling to see the global community in despair… biding time, struggling, falling down. And yet, at the same time, we always seem to find sparks of light.
So, in one of life’s great and unexplainable twists, I’ve become a dad to a new baby boy. Daddy. Abba. Papa. Who knows – he’s not saying much, and I don’t think he’s chosen what to call me as of yet. He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful baby ever born. Apologies to every other human being that has had the pleasure of being born, but you were not this beautiful when you arrived. This kid is GQ, Vanity Fair, Esquire, and Parent & Baby all rolled into one. Not that I’ve yet subscribed to Parent & Baby, but hey… (the writing’s on the wall).
He is also brilliant. I know this because he has spent hours and hours counting the little stuffed sheep that go around and around on the mobile above his bassinet. He is nearing ten thousand sheep. All this counting with no Excel spreadsheet to keep track of his progress. Genius, I tell you. So, to all of you out there on the fence, c’mon and jump into the pool. The water is warm. Or, at least, the diapers are wet.
In other news...
We’re happy to announce that our debut CD, "Lift" has been released to national retail. So, if you haven’t picked up a copy, please trek over toBest Buy, Tower Records, Borders, etc., and pick one up. It rocks hard. Can I say that? I did. It rocks hard. Run, don’t walk. (Or, if you’re stuck on house arrest, Amazon.com or iTunes will do).
It’s intriguing that the birth of this baby and the birth of the new CD coincide with the arrival of Pesach. New beginnings, all marked here in this short period of time... I’ve always taken the great exodus as a metaphor for a “reboot” of sorts. A fresh start. A clean slate. Free from what once was… but nonetheless critically tied to the present.
I’ve never felt this to be true more than I do right now. The freedoms of new beginnings come with incredible responsibilities… but these beginnings are grand, overwhelming, and just plain joyful. We leave one state and enter another, starting new chapters in the paperback novels of our lives.
So, here’s to personal transformation, to what awaits on the other side of a self-realized Red Sea. Here’s to new babies, new CDs, and new beginnings.
Have a sweet Pesach.
-j
