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Project 1-15-15 is mired in celebration, joy, passion, and well-being.  I am blogging, being of service, releasing weight, being social, participating in Landmark Education, and I am healthy. Mazel tov to the possibility of life, l’chaim to life.  My personal suffering has lifted and I am completely available to the possibilities that life presents daily.  I am experiencing a growing trust in the process of living, loving, and laughing.

The late psychologist Erik Erickson states that trust is the first skill we learn as an infant – trust in mother to come to us when we cry, trust that we are protected from harm’s way, and trust that we will thrive in life.  These are the building blocks that lead us to develop a sense of trust in ourselves.  I am learning to trust me in this new phase of life. I am fully celebrating the re-emerging passion I feel growing within me each day.

In his poem “Everything is Going to Be All Right”, Irish poet Derek Mahon states “there will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that … The sun rises inspite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright … Everything is going to be all right.”

I know more intimately than ever before that everything IS going to be all right. I have recognized that there is both sorrow and joy and this is the essence of life.  People will die, I will die, wars will break out, disease will kill, and the beauty of a sunrise will make my heart quicken. Everything is going to be all right.



  1. Life does indeed go on. I went to the zoo today with my friend and her 3 year old grandson. Had a blast. He and I rode an elephant, rode a train, rode merry go round horses. We laughed. Yelled Giddup and WartHog. Both of us were enthralled with the sound of WartHog. I loved his giggles. I felt so alive. Everything was alright.

  2. Love this post … love spending time with you … love your laugh … and, yes – everything is going to be all right!! You’re an inspiration to anyone who is grieving. Bless you for helping others through their trauma.

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