I thought that would get your attention!!
(Who says a blog about cancer can't be controversial?)
But, seriously, this post isn't about cancer, it's about S'rugim (or Srugim)... and going to the mikveh.
S'rugim, (lit. "knitted items", slang for the dati-leumi (religious Zionist) community, based on the knitted kippot that dati-leumi boys/men wear), is a TV series about 30+/- singles, living in the "bitz'ah" (lit. "swamp", slang for the Katamon/Rehavia singles scene, where singles can get stuck for years).
To our surprise, Moshe and I are totally into the show!
One night, Moshe brought home a DVD with three episodes. After the first episode, I suggested we watch the second. After the second, I suggested we watch the third. Moshe hesitated, pointing out the late hour. "I know," I responded, "let's watch it anyway!"
I was hooked!
Now, Tuesday nights, Moshe brings home the most recent episode, and we watch it together.
Afterwards, because we are such geeks, we analyze the episode. (I was not always such a geek. What can I say? I fell in with the wrong crowd....) We love analyzing TV shows together; it is one of the few things we both really enjoy!
We are not the only ones analyzing the show. After each episode, we check out Jameel's and Lurker's blogposts about the show.
This past Tuesday night, I was in bed by 8:00, feeling pretty miserable because of my toothache.
Moshe asked me if I wanted to watch something. At first, I did not feel like moving. But when he reminded me that he had the most recent episode of S'rugim, well...., let's just say I wasn't about to miss it for a lousy toothache!
But I digress....
In episode ten, Hodaya is not quite sure what to do at the mikveh. The balanit ("mikvah lady", who is there to assist women) gently guides her. After Hodaya immerses the first time, the balanit reminds her to say a b'racha (blessing).
"What?!?" shouts out my husband, "But she's not wearing any clothes!"
I burst out laughing!
My husband, with his yeshiva background, and all his knowledge, was completely unfamiliar with the rituals of women's immersions.
"Is that really how it is done?" he asks, incredulous.
I laugh again, and answer "yes, that's really how it's done."
"But how can she say a b'racha without any clothes?" he insists, beginning to quote various sources that discuss b'rachot.
I no longer remember the answer. I learned the laws of ritual immersion years ago, just before I married.
"You mean," my husband continued, not quite grasping the concept, "that every night women are saying b'rachot...." he left the sentence dangling in the air.
I laughed again, at my sweet, innocent husband, who was getting a glimpse into my ritual world, thanks to a TV show.
"Yes," I concluded, "every night, religious women are saying b'rachot, wearing no clothes."
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
Dancing at the Exit
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