Literally hit the wall at sundown. Quite the experience with hundreds of people, religious and otherwise, milling about. We people watched for a little while - wondering about the many reasons one might visit this holy place, and finally edged our way to the front of the women side. I put my hand out to touch and was surprised at the warmth that hit me back. The wall is alive - with prayers and emotion and power, and I was unprepared for the feelings that came up. I had to step back and reflect for a moment before putting my prayer in the the cracks. Unfortunately, my reverie was interrupted when I accidentally knocked out a few papers and they fell to the ground. New dilemma - do I pick them up and try to cram them back in the cracks? Do I leave them? I looked around for guidance and saw none, so I decided to try to fix my mess. Where's a rabbi when you need one?
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