Ezrat Nafsheinu—Soul sustainer,
I'm tempted to go get my tallis, sit with my legs tucked up underneath me, and wrap myself in fabric and string.
I feel small and vulnerable. I feel exposed. I feel like my nerves are raw, and I jump at the sound of every notification, every phone call. My brain is telling me that these sounds are what will come before I am forced into a new chapter of my life, a chapter that I would rather excise from my book entirely, a chapter that I would wish on no one.
And so, I'm tempted to go get my tallis and swaddle myself in its symbolism, in its protection.
I imagine that the cloth would blunt the intensity of the world outside of my body and would help me contain the fear that threatens to escape.
I ask You, Sustainer of our Souls, to spread Your comfort over me.
I ask You to wrap me up in Your love and Your strength.
I ask that You help me to feel the comfort of the tallis that I always wear—the tallis woven from the threads of my tradition, my community's support, and my family’s love.