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.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005



There's a groovy old man who hangs out on the bench outside of Starbucks (mach shemo) at 6th Ave & Capitol Way in Olympia. He sports very long white hair & a beard under his thick spectacles. He sits in his denim duds & smiles & offers young women flowers, hoping for a bit of change in exchange. I was walking by his perch last night on my way to meet David, my father-in-law, when he extended two velvety blood-coloured daliahs & a daisy to me.

The last time I encountered him, he sweetly challenged the honour of both David & Joel, that they would walk me down the street without flowers. David responded immediately by buying me a tearose, which was lovely. Joel, not to be shown up by his dad, purchased a second one, saying, "She's my wife!"
I'm such a lucky girl!

Fast forward back to last night: "I'm sorry, I don't have any US cash - I'm Canadian", I protested.
"That's ok", he grinned.
"I'm meeting my father-in-law for dinner - I'll get him to give you something."
"How long will you be?"
"An hour?"
"Will you still be here?"
"Maybe I will...maybe I won't...", he was still looking amused.
"I thanked him for the blooms. "What's your name?" I asked.
He offered his hand. "Moses."
I shook it & smiled back. "It's good to meet you, Moses."
I toddled off feeing as though I had just encountered the ru'ach nevu'ah.

Olympia is truly a magickal place...


Blogger Simon said...

That sounds like a story out of the Zohar :)

12:13 p.m.  
Blogger Soferet said...

Doesn't it tho'?
Barukh HaShem!

5:41 p.m.  

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