Sunday, May 27, 2007

Where the Wild Things May Be

So I just spent Shabbos camping. This was an unusual experience for me, since I've never actually been camping, and to have one's first camping trip occur at a time when you can't carry things more than six feet, pour liquid on the ground, or keep the food you have to cook in advance fresh for very long is, to say the least, a challenge.

That's why I went, to be honest. I didn't have to go. But my Sensei asked me. And I felt needed.

Note: This was primarily a martial arts festival in a large national park (well, large for Israel, anyway). Up north somewhere. Along the Jordan, I think, but I'm not sure, since I didn't do the driving and, therefore, didn't have to find out where we were going.

But I went, you see, because I had the opportunity to do something I'd never done before and had been too chicken to do previously. I went because I've been raised a sheltered suburbanite who ventures all over the country, but makes sure there's a fridge and indoor plumbing and a bug-free, climate-controlled environment wherever she may roam.

I went really because my teacher needed someone to kick one of my jujitsu classmates really hard in the groin. Many times. While shouting. She couldn't do this herself due to a knee injury. But someone had to demonstrate, and I was the only one in the class who'd taken the IMPACT instructor training course. So I went as her assistant, and I made the choice, and I didn't chicken out even when I could have gone home with some other shomer shabbos people who came to the festival on Friday.

So be it. Camping for shabbos. Making food in advance on a gas burner and trying to leave everything within six feet of wherever it would most likely be used. Storing my toiletries in the public bathroom cupboards (yes, they had indoor plumbing. And hot water. So sue me), davening to the sound of a communal party far off on the hill, watching everyone else leave their clothes with me on the bank and go swimming without me.

And it was all about losing the towel I left in the shower room and not caring too much beyond a certain sense of violation because it was my personal property, and how can people take things that don't belong to them, not like I didn't expect it gone by some point because you know how people are, they'll just take things without regard for what the owner might be feeling--but a towel's a towel and I've got more towels and who needs stuff, anyway, when all you need is you and your people who understand that you really are a good person even though you kvetch to get sympathy over losing some stuff that maybe doesn't matter so much...

And it was all about thinking I was going to have my Shabbos meals alone in the dark (as flashlight batteries only last so long, especially when you don't change them), because who wants to sit around and do this nonsense when they could be off partying or kicking things really hard, but then looking up and seeing how there were suddenly twelve others who wanted to sit down and have a Shabbat meal with food they cooked on the spot and a lantern they lit with a match after sundown, but mainly with me, and who even made Kiddush and gave me light and warmth and company and even found room for divrei torah of their own kind...

And some of it was about martial arts. Not as much as I'd expected. Much of it was about sleep. More of it was about breaking out of expectations. And mostly, it was about setting the boundaries where there weren't such apparent ones.

And going down to the water at the end of the restful day and acknowledging the mess-ups I made in my observance, and letting G-d accept what I had to give. It might not even have been my best. But it wasn't half bad for a first time.

2 comments:

Sara said...

I'm sorry I haven't had time to sit and talk to you about your camping trip. I've been spacey. But it sounds awesome, and of course this not-a-blog is written by a true writer, so I felt poetry in this real life story. :o)
Much love,
Your li'l sister

Lady Pieface said...

Hey, you posted it, so I had to look at it :)

I think that going camping on Shabbos, while challenging (as you not-blogged), has got to be an awesome experience. I've never been camping, but when I lived in Ocean City, I spent a few Shabboses literally on the beach. It was amazing.