But I will say that this they had a shabbat that was significant. That women gathered together to pray at the Western Wall in droves. A debate that has been raging through generations.
I've been to the Western Wall. I've prayed my silent prayers, and participated in a havdalah there as well. My first time was when I was 11 years old. I remember walking up, touching it, finding it most interesting that the top and the bottom were different colors and textures (where people can touch and where they can't reach). I remember being with my mom and sister, and thinking slightly sadly about my father, who was all alone on the other side. I remember turning around and walking away, slightly more excited about the beautiful golden lions we had passed on the way down here, and whether I could climb on top of his back on the way back up the stairs.
The second time was when I was 26 years old. I went to Israel as part of Birthright, and as a large group we visited the wall. We were a large group, people I had just met a few days before. No clear idea of what to do, where to go, how to make the experience meaningful. More engaged with taking pictures, then praying. I remember the soldiers, and the people.
The last time was also when I was 26 years old. This time I remember thinking very intently about the experience. I remember being very specific to ensure my arms were covered, my head was covered. I remember walking up to the wall, then walking away without turning my back. I remember feeling connected to something bigger, and moved by the stones. I enjoyed the quiet of shabbat. I joined a havdalah and spent the evening engaged in Israel as it can only be on a Saturday night after sundown.
I think the wall is an important Jewish symbol. I think that being at the wall can be a profound experience. I hope that someday you say 'next year in Jerusalem' at Passover- and that you really go.