Safek can also be translated as "doubt." It's most often a doubt over whether something is certain or not, that then leads to a question that needs answered. It's the kind of doubt that can't just sit, that can't be ignored. The term is most often used when there's a doubt about whether or not … Continue reading Doubt
I look at life like a woven tapestry, but one that is maybe a little frayed, a little unraveled. I find a thread and I pick at it. It's a colorful thread and it captures my attention. My fingers, unbidden, find it whenever my mind is distracted, pulling a little at it. I find where … Continue reading Ancient Woven Threads
They say Avraham is the adoptive spiritual father of all who convert. After our new Hebrew names, we add "ben/bat Avraham Avinu." I ponder this great and mighty man, the first who looked up at the sky and came to the conclusion that there was one G-d and that he would follow Him. I, too, … Continue reading Avraham Avinu, Father of Converts
I fear Rabbis. It amuses me that I didn't always fear them. I so nonchalantly walked into the first Rabbi's office. I smiled. I assumed he'd see me the way everyone else saw me. I'm a woman who never failed a job interview, who was always well thought of, who impressed teachers and professors and … Continue reading Of Rabbis
There are moments, sweet moments, where I can sit and blend in. In those moments, I'm just another Jew davening or just another Jew at the Shabbos table. I congratulate myself on those brief moments and I hold onto them, tucking them in my pocket to run my fingers over when I doubt the direction … Continue reading Jew…ish?
Note - This post was originally published on the website neshamas.com It becomes a subtle flavor to your life, like the bacon grease your very non-Jewish grandmother used to use to cook everything in, always there in the background. Or, like the vintage fade to the old polaroid of you in a first communion dress, … Continue reading Discouragement
Why is this blog called "Safek?"