Well, I'll probably be posting a bunch in the future about this summer at camp. My camp takes us to the Canadian wilderness to canoe and I've fallen in love with the beauty of the region. I'd really like to share a few stories that I've thought a lot about and hopefully people reading this can choose to get their own meaning out of it.
One of my best friends at camp spent the previous summer in Thailand, where she spent six weeks traveling village to village, backpacking, and staying with locals to better understand the culture. On a trip with her to the English River, we came across a campsite filled with what we call "no see ems"- little, tiny bugs that make you bleed when they bite you, giving you lots of scabs. Our faces were bloodied from the bugs and we were all ready to retire to our tents and kill each and every single bug that may have crept into our tent. As my friend and I were sitting by the water, she said : "You know, these bugs are just like the bugs we encountered one day as we were meditating with the monks in a Buddhist monastery in Thailand. But we couldn't kill them; we were in the monastery. Although we were struggling to take our minds off of the bugs, the monks looked to be living in harmony with the bugs that harassed them."
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dont take the busses in canada, you'll get your head chopped off.
that makes the busses in israel seem safe.
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