religious experience

A friend of mine runs a blog call Singing Garden. Below, she explains why she chose that name.

Something magical and seminal happened while I was living in Israel. Something I had to work for years to understand, myself, and which I have tried to describe to others many times with gnawing dissatisfaction. My words, which usually serve me so well, seem to fail in their limited capacity to distinguish such magic, such otherworldliness, such magnitude of scope, such divinity.
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