Every month as I emerge from the remodeled mikveh located a convenient five-minute walk from our home, I am visited by a familiar mantra: I cannot believe I just did that.
It’s not the mikveh, per se, which elicits consistent disbelief. After five years of marriage, two children, and significant dedication to cultivating a more meaningful mikveh experience, I usually enjoy my monthly visits. While the encounter is usually a far cry from spiritual rebirth, in the past year or so I have succeeded in feeling fully present as I loosely crawl beneath the mikveh waters. Before removing my towel, I respectfully ask the attendant to leave the room after I complete the requisite immersions. I love standing naked in one of the most peaceful, still rooms I have ever seen. In that brief moment alone, immersion becomes prayer and my tears join forces with the gentle waters: I immerse for my husband, for each of my children, for friends still searching for spouses, and for the ill. [Read more…]