The Strange Women in the Pool
This morning, I attended a community-center event for neighborhood women to “fill up their fuel tanks” for the long summer vacation ahead. The event started out with a few hours at a nearby hotel spa, and the first thing I and a lot of the women did was take a dip in the pool.
Funny thing was these strange women kept on smiling at me in the pool as though they knew me.
Until I realized that these were not strange women– they were Sharona! Sarit! Racheli! Hadassah!
But without their haircoverings–a scarf, a wig, a hat– I had NO IDEA who they were.
A bit of their holiness, specialness, majesty left behind in the locker room. Like a pool full of queens going bareheaded instead of wearing their royal crowns.