Touching eternity 

The kotel. 

How apt the name – wailing wall. 

I cried. Yes I sobbed. I was so overwhelmed with emotion. The sun was beating down on us. How special to be with my 3 little girls(and baby – and one in thought) explaining to them. How impressed I was to see their interest and desire to daven at the kotel! It was a beautiful special moment. 

When I touched the kotel, I put my hand on the ancient stone. I closed my eyes. It didn’t feel like my hand was on anything. It felt like my hand went right through to anther dimension. As if it were not solid rock. Rather foam that transported me through eons of history. How many countless times had my souls touched these stones? 

There I was representing thousands of years and thousands of souls. 

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