Netivat Sofrut: diary of a Soferet

Adventures of a female sofer learning to heal the world by doing Holy Work...writing a Sefer Torah

נחזיר את השכינה למקומה בצייון ובתבל כלה

"Let us restore the Divine In-Dwelling to Her Place in Zion & infuse Her spirit throughout the whole inhabited world."

So wherever we are, let us bring the Peace of G@d's Presence.

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SCRIBAL EVANGELIST As the only living certified Soferet (סופרת - female Jewish ritual scribe) & the first woman to practice sofrut (creation of sacred Hebrew texts) in over 200 years, I feel an obligation to blog about my experiences of The Work. I am also currently researching the foundation of a lost tradtion of women practicing this holy craft. For more on the services I provide, please see; Sofrut Nation. I am now available to engage with students, male or female, wishing to enter into the preliminary stage of learning sofrut. You are welcome to join me on this path. "Tzedeq, tzedeq tir'dof - Justice, justice you shall pursue." Devarim/Deuteronomy 16:20.

Monday, September 08, 2003



Saturday, August 23rd

I woke so starving that I was a complete mental case. I made a snack & thus regained my sanity enough to walk to shul :)
The stroll to Yedidyah was beautiful! So quiet in the streets of Jerusalem on Shabbat - not a single car to break the stillness of the fresh morning. Still early enough that the sun wasn't piercing my eyes & skin yet. Even so, most people seemed to already be in synagogue by now - they start early here, often 8 or 8:30 a.m.
The morning was so soft, even the cats who live in the dumpsters seemed less skittery, less afraid when I approached. I floated to worship through the long, gentle shadows.
Yedidyah was just as I'd remembered it. In the basement of a Dati elementary school in Baqa, with separate men's & womens' entrances. There was a security guard at the gate of the tall metal fence, typical of schools here. One of the reasons I sometimes reconsider raising a family here - the schools are bordered by stone walls, heavy steel fences & barbed wire. I don't want my children growing up thinking that spending their childhood inside what looks like a prison compound to be either normal or desirable. I passed the guard with his enormous automatic rifle (wasn't an M16) & we nodded to each other. After all, it *was* Shabbes...
I had a tremendous time re-acquainting with old friends! Thank G@d everyone is happy & healthy & their children are growing!
After Shabbes I worked on my lettering & prepped for tomorrow...


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