It is early in the morning, and the other spiritually superficial tourists are still asleep. I want to say a prayer for my mother who prayed here once, and who died, prayerless, of Alzheimer’s.
I am shy around strangers; it keeps me from talking to God. But here is my chance. The plaza is a landing strip for prayers, the Wall the Ganges of the Jews. It makes me uneasy.
It feels like there’s a ‘paradigm shift’ at Matador. In a good way.
Update 9/8/09- Cuaderno Inedito, Notes on the Wailing Wall
Julie Schwietert has just created a new blog called Cuaderno Inedito. The first line of her first post reads “I spend too much time on the haters.”
Just published an ill note by Robert Hirschfield at the Traveler’s Notebook: Notes on Not Being Able to Pray at the Wailing Wall. Here’s an excerpt:
It feels like there’s a ‘paradigm shift’ at Matador. In a good way.