The CY had a shabbaton which was extraordinary. We went on a hike through the Arbel Nature Preserve, against the backdrop of the Horns of Hattin, where Saladin had one of his greatest battles, and Mount Tabor, of biblical fame. The whole area is a maze of sheer cliffs and deep valleys, the cliffs honeycombed with caves where guerrilla fighters hid during the Roman occupation. We clambered down and down and down, holding onto pitons that had been driven into the rock face, then across the valley floor.
All I could think, during the climb, was that this was the first real adventure I’d had since I got sick several years before. It was the kind of thing I adored doing when I was a kid, when I loved climbing trees and doing all kinds of daredevil stunts, and it was such a blessing to get to access that part of myself again. By the end of the 3.5 hour hike, my body was really past its limits, but I was still so grateful for what I’d gotten.
Then we went to the hostel where we spent Shabbat. I loved the people I roomed with, I loved singing together late into the night, I loved spending time with this community. Such a joy.