Hinda Leah Sharfstein

Hello Vancouver Island!

(Dalya Holder Photography: www.facebook.com/dalyaorliphoto, Insta: dalyaorliphotography)

Welcome to our beautiful home for the next 3 weeks, where everyday we wake up to this!

The past few days have been packed with fun activities, bonding friends, and too many laugh attacks. But like we all know — pictures speak louder than words!

Day 1:

Fun airport pickup, ferry ride to the island, and some getting to know you games!

Day 2:

Our first tanya class with Rabbi Friedman, a hike to see the beauties of our backyard, and clay with the best art teacher, Aarah! (And of course, some spontaneous dance parties).

Day 3:

A big day packed with a 5:30AM wake up, tree climbing, zip lining, and canoeing. Then, preps for our favorite day of the week — Shabbat!

And now…pre-Shabbat pictures!!

(Don’t we have the cutest counselors?!?)

 

But nothing can beat the beauty of Shabbat! Lots of games, gatherings, and an afternoon walk — we had ample amount of time to bond and laugh.

After a long, restful day, we showed what we were made of in Grand Masterchef: UnCamp Edition!

Busy Days Discovering Nature and Ourselves

Hi, you. Come. Today, you’re joining us. Get on the school bus. Tuck your legs underneath you. Today, we’re going to have The Outdoor Experience. We split up into three groups–kayaking, rock climbing, and horse care–and did The Outdoor Rotation.  Led by a bright eyed, passionate instructor, we were guided through a kayaking tour of …

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Magical Days

Good morning Bais Chana! This past Friday was the preparation for all things wonderful. Devorah Leah and Rivky’s entrance into a new year of life. Bonfire-inspired phone bucket challenge (let’s call it #PBC), and the initiation of our phones into a weekend of captivity. A sizeable amount of us committed to handing in our phones on Friday …

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A Trip To Town And Country Living

At 11 AM on Wednesday morning, our bus came r o l ling in (take note of the foreshadowing, please) and we hopped on, country girls clutching our lunch bags for an adventure to town. Windows pulled open, doors pulled shut, we followed the trail (road) until there was none left to follow (when the GPS announced our arrival) and disembarked on the property of a white, misshapen building.


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Let’s take a break for a guessing game. Or the ultimate test of loyalty to your Bais Chana Alumni’s soul, disregarding lifetimes. You’re going to crack into the name of our destination. Fail after three chances and dropping a comment ceases to be optional. One rule: Honesty. Hint: The first sentence of foreshadowing. You have 30 seconds of brain time as soon as we say go. Alright, GO.

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Ready?

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Niiiice. Plamor R o l ler Rink it is. I like how you paid attention in the beginning.

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Quick imagery: Smooth floors, dimmed lights, disco ball, and music.IMG_0620

Our friends doubled as instructors as we skated and skated and fell and stood up and did the hokey pokey and skated and that’s what it’s all about. Don’t believe me? You do the hokey pokey in roller skates. 

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 Our rare visits to Wal Mart are more emotionally charged than the monthly pop-ins at your favorite boutique shop. Seldom, painful, surreal. We want everything. We need nothing. And our realities are so far away. (One hour bus ride and never enough money to spend.)IMG_0732

We loaded up on bug spray. Spent too much time deciding which bag of chips was prettiest to hold. And then headed back to camp (the countryside) satisfied, loaded, and tired.

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 Trip to town: Successful.

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Sunset always means class time, but dark skies mean something different each night. Tonight was a poetry slam around the bonfire. People shared poetry they’d written or poetry they loved or short bits of wisdom they’d captured in words. The air oozed with acceptance. Every word, every syllable, every bit of shared soul was handled with unconditional empathy. Sisterly sympathy. We drank in the energy, inhaled the bravery, we spoke until the deep hours of the night.  

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Thursday: A new sun, a refreshed morning, the mosquitoes were granted a clean slate. For no other reason than the hope a new day brings. Today was a chill day. We had a class on graphology with Mr. Rosenthal. Took the pontoon out into the stillness of our private lake and connected with nature. Swam in the water.

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Lay on the grass and cloud gazed with each other.

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Learned how to watercolor. 

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And made some good memories with some good people in a good place.

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And for our unthought of the day: At Mount Sinai, G-d said, “I am G-d, your G-d.” I, G-d, am yours. I can exist without you–I have always existed without you–but I don’t want to. I want to need you. Infinitely.

Now think about that while watching this:

Brain massage. Ahhhhh.

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Ready? Let’s get to it. Friday was a let’s-loosen-up-with-nature-and-connect-to-our-souls day. Soulful connection being optional, but impossible to resist. We biked and then hiked down a winding trail, surrounded by the rushing sound of the Minnehaha Falls, the wind softly ruffling our feathers (hair) and the muted chirping of birds the background music to our quiet …

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