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.

Friday, April 22, 2005



Erev Pesach - finally finished slaving away & am ready for the oven doesn't work. Stove is fine. Changed fuse, tried circuit breaker, no dice. Apparently this year's Pesach prep killed it. I'll call the landlord after the chag. Joel did more than his share of the cleaning & prep, being the gentleman he cleaned & kashered the whole stove/oven, leaving me to do the fridge. Whatta guy!

Biur chametz was a gas - I took the challah heels & stale bagel halves out to a corner of our garden where we haven't planted anything yet & made a pile with bits of the sukah & dryer lint, dried ferns, sticks, paper bags & taco chips. The lint went up like a torch as did the ferns, but the paper bags are what had the staying power, to catch other things on fire before they burned themselves away....such interesting colours, too :D
The ash floated up & around our building like migrating geese or killer bees or something natural...
I'm such a pyro!

& I'm TOTALLY exhausted, so am looking forward to dinner/seder (sed-inn-er?) with R' Schachar & Me'ira.

We made a pit-stop at Choices, that place Joel makes a reference to in this eco-politi-kosher post. There is a beggar who is outside there practically every day. He isn't homeless, as he's always clean & well groomed, but he's quite gaunt. His toothless grin is charming, as his engaging wit. & he has a beautiful silver ponytail tied behind his baseball cap. He's the one I always give extra tzedaqah to erev Shabbat & chagim. Our last rabbi, Ross Singer, thought he was Jewish, so each Pesach he would leave the table & go out looking for him, in order to bring him to the seder. He was never to be found.
So we're dicussing this man while we shop & Joel, mensch that he is, goes back outside to the corner to ask the man if he's Jewish. The conversation went something like this:
"Are you Jewish? Because if you are, I'd like to invite you to a seder tomorrow night."
"Well, yes & no."
"Really? What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm circumcised, but I was the wrong baby."
"We got switched. But it allowed me to marry a nice Jewish girl."
"So your wife's Jewish?"
"Yes, & we're going to her mother's for the first seder. But thanks anyway."
Then he always ends his erev-yom-tov-or-shabbat remarks with, "Happy Holidays!" & a big wide grin.

Good Shabbes, Good Yontif


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