Posts Tagged ‘sacred space’

My first memory of being moved by Judaism was not sitting in the upstairs gallery with my grandmother and the other lipsticked, perfumed ladies in their hats and good suits, though it is one of my earliest memories.

Rather, I remember standing close to my grandfather as he davened among the men. He held his tallit over his head and mine like a shelter one Yom Kippur. Bowing, bending, chanting over open prayer book, sending a rising, resonant hum to Heaven, he created what I would many years later come to know as “sacred space.”  (more…)

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