I was in the middle of saying a really long Fast prayer this morning, and I started to think about my recent visit to the Holy Land.

I can still visualize the sights and the smells of the place in my head when I think about it.

And then I came to a realization while imagining myself there: that the enveloping feeling of that place is something very tangible and real, as tangible and identifiable as the weather being hot, or cold, or windy.

Whatever that feeling is -- holiness, sanctity, peace, bliss -- I try to remind myself of it so I can feel it again. Kind of like trying to remember a taste, a smell, or the weather of a particular day.