And here I was. The start of a new journey, the kind that searched for answers that didn’t exist but that you had to seek out, anyway
Song of Ascents, from my depths I called out to You.
Listen to my voice; may Your ears be attentive to the sound of my pleas…
I yearn for my G-d, among those longing for the dawn,
those longing for the dawn.
[Tehillim 130]
I’m generally not the superstitious type, but it’s never a good omen when the first thing you feel when reaching the Kosel, after a five-year hiatus, is pigeon droppings raining onto your arm.
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