Accept the prayer of your people as lovingly as it is offered. Restore worship to your sanctuary. -Rosh Chodesh Amidah
Ta’ali . . . al tif’achadi . . . zeh rak anavim.
“Go up. Do not be afraid. They are only stones.” The young woman
reached for my hand. I ascended the natural bimah at Robinson's Arch.
The Women of the Wall Rosh
Chodesh Av morning prayer service began at 7:00 a.m. One-hundred women
created a semi-circle in the back of the women’s section at the Western
Wall. Our female voices added a sweet soprano sound to the kotel plaza.
we were under special security. A young policewoman scanned and
recorded the proceedings, while another policeman weaved in and out of
the crowd, admonishing several young Israeli women to adjust their
tallitot: One of our women was detained last month because she wore a
masculine type prayer shawl in a “manly” way.
One woman, holding her prayer shawl under her arm, stood on the side.
“Would you like to put on your tallit?”
“No,“ she replied. “I don’t want to be arrested before Shabbat. I wouldn’t get home in time.”
This month, no one was detained. No one was arrested. Sheer serenity.
After reciting Hallel, the special prayers of praise for the new month, we strolled and sang respectfully and reluctantly up to Robinson’s Arch,
designed and designated by a decision of the Israeli Supreme Court in
2003 as a place for alternative services. Women can read Torah or wear
traditional prayers shawls only there.
When we reached our outdoor sanctuary, we fussed over the presentation of our special possession, the Sefer Torah.
Three women read the passages from the Book of Numbers, Chapter 28,
directly from the parchment. Another month of grace under fire.
Ta’ali. Al tif’achadi.
Surrounded by this faithful band of fervent followers, I climbed two stone stairs and began Musaf (a special service which honors the additional sacrifice brought to the Temple in ancient times on festival days like Rosh Chodesh). With every bow and blessing, beating drums were heard from the
valleys through to the Jerusalem hilltops. The drums provided a tempo
for my public chanting of the Amidah.
sun streamed gold on my head and warmed my body. Reaching into the
pocket of my soul’s seam, my voice found a new timbre and attuned itself
to this uneven, unorthodox sanctuary where rocks become seats and walls
become personal lean-tos.
23 years, with the appearance of the new moon, the Women of the Wall
have flocked like birds in search of a nesting place that is both holy
Ten years ago on Rosh Chodesh Kislev, I experienced a spiritual solidarity with Nashot Hakotel (Women of the Wall) for the first time.
Ta’ali. Al tif’achadi.
during the second time, I was the vessel for our supplications. Psalm
104 provided the physical landscape for my entreaties. I was in the
place where the Psalms were written. The text twittered through me,
electrifying my orientation. Looking
upward and searching inward, the strong morning sun crowned my insight
and voiced my prayerful personal and public vibrations to the Holy One
You make springs gush forth in torrents to flow between the hills.
The high hills are for the wild goats; the rocks are a refuge.
Women, let us take the high road together. These are our precious stones. Do not be afraid. Reach up. Take my hand.