Going to Eretz Yisrael to cut my son’s hair in Meron on Lag BaOmer was a beautiful experience in every sense of the word. The kedushah and joy permeating the air made me feel elevated and gave me a spiritual high that few other places can give. One can feel the presence of Rabbi Shimon and the salvation that comes to all who stretch out their hands and ask.
It’s a place where the sound of tears mingles with the joyous music to create an otherworldly atmosphere. It’s something that can really only be felt by those fortunate enough to experience it firsthand.
It was on a spiritual high that my husband and I left Meron with our son, who had freshly cut peyos. We planned to spend the last few days in Yerushalayim before heading back to real life in Brooklyn. My husband wanted to go to the Breslov mashpia Rav Yaakov Meir Shechter for a brachah, and I walked with him down the winding streets of Meah Shearim and found a bench in the park on Rechov Rappaport where I could sit and wait for him.
There I met a young woman in a pretty kerchief who was with her three little children. We started to talk while the kids ran off to play. She was originally from France and had settled in the neighborhood of Maalot Dafna after getting married. Her husband was learning full time in the Mirrer Yeshivah, and she felt very fortunate to support him and live in a great community.
As we were talking, I asked her why she had chosen to come to this park considering that it wasn’t close to her home.