Something Stirred

A gray siddur on a wooden counter in front of a colorful tallit bag.

I just laid hands on my tallis bag siddur for the first time in… um, a while, and something stirred.

This form of prayer is NOT FOR ME. I KNOW THIS. I TRIED IT.

But what is it here that is so resonant that it drowns out all my wandering and dabblings with the resounding call Back Home?

How do I harmonize with it?

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