TO FIND A WAY

In Jerusalem is the Kotel HaMaaravi, better known as the Wailing Wall. “It is thought by Jews to be the most sacred of places, because the temple itself was thought to be the place where God lives on earth. Praying at the Wailing Wall signifies being in the presence of the Divine. Jews from all countries, and as well as tourists of other religious backgrounds, come to pray at the wall, where it is said one immediately has the ‘ear of god.’ Those who cannot pray at the wall can send prayers or ask for the Kaddish to be said for departed loved ones. Prayers sent in are placed into the cracks of the walls and are called tzetzels. There is usually a small charge for this serve.” (Google)

Catholic churches have the Holy Mary holding the crucified Jesus in her arms. Many candles burn in front of this motherly statue and grievers continue to show up during the course of the day. Churchgoers open their hearts to ask, thank, repent and confess. During Penance -- also a popular scene in movies -- the troubled tell the story to the listening Priest who then encourages him / her to take action and sin no more. 

A modern take on the above mentioned practices are tattoo parlors. A trouble shared is a troubled halved; joy shared is getting joy multiplied. Many using their bodies to state an idiosyncratic / warrior spirit; religion or commitment to lovers, children and pets.  Sketched and burnt-in, the permanent doctrine is for all to read and in some cases to weep. However, tattoos are not for everyone. 


Not uncommon is the practice to spray-paint one-liners on murals during the late night or the early hours of morning. 

The thing about the Airport

It's kind of far...

Sad, but true.

I love you, Jeremy 

Amen.

When last did you look up and see

A shooting star?

Those who weren’t hit by a meteor, might look up.

I hate you Jeremy.

Sorry to hear.

LOVE IS NOT OVER YET...

Promise or threat?

I might not belong to the Catholic church or have any tattoos and the airport is kind of far, but every time I walk passed this, I have my own moment of penance, a tzetzel, a shooting star, before life soldiers on.

I’m sorry Mama

I messed up. 

I didn’t know...

(Not the exact words)

Don't we all?