That lady at the mikvah…She caught my eye and I just stood there staring.
The person staring back at me looked so familiar and yet I couldn’t place her. The mikvah is a funny place. On the one hand it is supposed to be the most private place; everyone pretends they don’t know the person they surely recognize as they cross paths in the doorway. And yet it is also a place that everyone is so open; so vulnerable; stripped down literally and spiritually to the bear essence of being.
I would always find it so interesting to stop for a minute and look at the women around me; trying to grab a glimpse into their eyes; recognizing that each woman walking through that door has her own story. Her own wants, her own needs, and her own prayers. [Read more…]