Busy Days Discovering Nature and Ourselves -

We walked a . Full on took the reins and took this << dude Syd where we wanted him to be. With flattery. Kind words. And a tight, trained hold on his will.

We rounded up with our quick, customary Dock Meditation (tanning session) and for some, a swim in the lake.

Friday was an Uncamp day. A We-Woke-Up-To-Go-Fishing-At-6-AM Day. Lassoed- (with a hardcore cowboy giddy-up) Some-Challah-Dough-Into-Six-Braids Day.

Spoke about women bringing G-d into everything, even lumps of dough and menial bread and everyday tasks.

Hopeless spirituals, us women.

We spent hours on the cozy front porch of the Artagon, the slight breeze of the lake the harmony to our music and private thoughts.

How to capture it on paper? Art.

We spent hours learning how different mediums of paint bleed into each other, tearing into canvas after canvas, dying silk with the free-spirited colors.

We dried our hands just in time for sunset and a mandatory pre-show photo shoot.

Come, my Bride. We welcomed Shabbos with open arms and concentrated blessings. On Friday evening, when we come to light the candles, G-d makes time for all the prayers in the world.

Friday night, we played the label game. Everyone of us got a labeled crown: Snob, intellectual, outcast, worry wart and then mingled at a mock dinner party. It didn’t take long for each to us read the way we were received. Our perceptions of others are so much easier to decipher than we lead ourselves to believe.

Shabbos passed in a zip line of good food, mikvah talks and Kim’s belated bas mitzvah. Happy 12th, Kimberly.

After Shabbos, we gathered around in a large circle, armed with the papers and pens we needed to identify our greatest fears, wishes and deepest advice. We anonymously dropped the responses to each prompt in a large bowl and read each others out loud. So many of us struggle with the same worries. And yet, each one of us has her own. So we lifted our voices, put our arms around each other’s shoulders, and sang. Because sometimes, words are not quite enough.

FFW: Drum circle, led by our very own Zeissa. We collaborated to transform the noise in the room to that of a rain forest. Exchanged beats. And finally, naturally, gravitated towards a song–beats and voices blending in unexpected harmony.