It was an experience that took me by surprise.
For two years, I looked forward to those Friday mornings every week: mornings
of grappling with the Hebrew letters and vowels (is that a Shva, or a Shva
Nach?, Rabbi Aaron would ask); mornings of discussion and analysis (what was
Moses thinking??); and mornings of learning the prayers that throughout my life
had seemed foreign and distant.
I remember the second winter of our
studies. We were learning the Ashrei prayer, which was pretty challenging. At
that time, the heater in my house was broken, and it was very cold. I have
surprisingly wonderful memories of getting in bed at night, bundled up with
blankets and scarves, and practicing the Ashrei. I chanted out loud, learning a
bit more each day. Slowly but surely, the Hebrew letters and words became more
familiar. Soon the letters danced and came alive, and most importantly, they
became mine.
This process began my journey of Jewish learning, which I
know will continue throughout my life.
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