Mindy Morasha is an award-winning journalist, coach and communications consultant.
The past two decades, she has written and published hundreds of articles in print and online, including for Chabad.org, Aish.com, Atlanta Jewish Times, Jewish News Syndicate and the Jerusalem Post.
At the Tampa Bay Times, one of the largest newspapers in the U.S., her Faith in Motion series received a national journalism award for religion writing in the secular media.
Mindy received a master’s degree in journalism from the University of South Florida, a bachelor’s in business administration and writing from the University of Florida, and a coaching certificate from an Israel-based organization.
As a writer and coach, she helps inspire and spiritually transform mission-driven Jewish entrepreneurs, students, schools and organizations in and outside of Israel.
Her personal and professional journey includes her long-term dream to ultimately make Aliyah, which she accomplished in 2022.
She now lives in the mountains of northern Israel with her husband and children, where she continues to grow personally and professionally.
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A Magical Visit to the Kotel
By Mindy Morasha Rubenstein
This morning I pressed my forehead against the cool limestone of the Kotel, the Western Wall in Jerusalem.
How can it be that I was actually there? For years I longingly watched the Kotel live online.
It was like a dream — a place only others were fortunate enough to visit. And then suddenly, it was my turn.
Three weeks ago I made Aliyah with my family. The whole process took just a few months, plus 2,000 years of Jewish exile.
It’s true that I was able to feel G-d’s presence (the Shechina) more there, by this hauntingly holy remnant of our Beit Hamikdash.
At first I just stood in awe and took it all in. The magnitude of it — the history, the spiritual heights — consumed my consciousness.
Slowly, with my daughter and my siddur, I walked closer toward the Wall. There was no space up front, so we found a nice spot to the side. Still, I didn’t start to pray yet. It felt like a beautiful dream, as I watched other women consumed in prayer.
Finally, I looked down at the familiar words and began to recite the Shema and the Amidah. I admit my concentration was off in these new, yet deeply familiar surroundings.
I wanted so much to touch the WalI before I left, so I walked forward, sat in a white plastic chair and waited. After watching a woman boldly and decisively find her spot there, I put my face in the siddur and prayed for the courage and space to do the same.
She turned around, we smiled at each other, and then it was my turn.
I stepped forward, gently touched the Wall with my fingertips, and then — as I instinctively pressed my forehead against the ancient stone — I realized there was a concave indentation that held me perfectly. It was oddly comfortable, like a hug. ‘You fit. You belong here,’ it seemed to say.
And I began to sob, to pray without thoughts or words, from deep within and beyond. And then I heard the women on each side of me begin to cry as well.
After a few minutes, I backed away from this holy space. I didn’t want to leave. Like I had connected with an old/new loving friend and our time together was too short.
All too soon I was back in the buzz of the mundane world, walking through corridors of people selling wares left and right. How can I exist here again, after experiencing that glimpse into eternity, into my true self?
But that’s exactly what I must do. Exist in both worlds — to connect the Godly and the mundane in my daily life, to infuse the profane with holiness. And to bring a bit of Heaven down here to Earth.
Until we meet again, beautiful Kotel, I’ll continue to long for your safety and sanctity. Thank you, Hashem, for the powerful reminder that I can always find you within me, even when it doesn’t feel that way.
Morasha 