The Restory Retreat Centre

'n Moeilike Tyd Die Gesprek (Die geluid wat julle op 'n punt in die gesprek in die agtergrond hoor, is Skhumbuzo wat met die trekker grassny. Hier is dit 'n geval van: as die son skyn, probeer jy die gras tem.) Elemente Uit Die Gesprek Sebastien kuier saam met familie tussen hospitaal-opnames Musiek "Deur twee dinge is my lewe vir my leefbaar gemaak: die liefde wat ek gegee het en die liefde wat ek gekry het." CJ Langenhoven                                     Dankie. George & Matilda

Small Acts, Large Impact ”....as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.“ ‭‭Matt ‭25‬:‭40‬                           The Conversation Elements From The Conversation  Music Go! Go with haste! Go fast! Never stop going out, Out from the peace and quietness, Out to the noise and uneasiness, Out to the laughter and the tears. Carry with you the bread of life that you received As a treasure in your hands and in your heart. Share it, again and again. It will always be enough, If you continue to break it. From a Norwegian Liturgical Poem                  With our love. Always. George & Matilda

Klein Dade, Groot Effek ”Vir sover julle dit aan een van die geringste van hierdie broers van My gedoen het,  het julle dit aan My gedoen.“ ‭‭Matt ‭25‬:‭40‬                           Die Gesprek  Elemente Uit Die Gesprek  Musiek   Gaan! Gaan gou! Gaan vinnig! Moet nooit ophou om te gaan nie, Uit die vrede en stilte, Uit na die geraas en onrus, Uit na die lag en die trane. Dra die brood van die lewe saam wat jy ontvang het As 'n skat in jou hande en in jou hart. Deel dit, weer en weer. Dit sal altyd genoeg wees, As jy aanhou om dit te breek.          N.a.v 'n Noorweegse Liturgiese gebed         (Vertaling: George Angus)                 Met ons liefde. Altyd. George & Matilda

Maybe I'm exaggerating. But what's left of a good account if you can't stretch it? And somewhere in there is a kernel of truth, and the elements for a solution, if you listen carefully. With all the space we have, it feels as if I’m limited in movement. Here at Tafelkop it rains and rains and rains in summer. And if it's not raining, there's the mist. With the result that anything that can handle that much moisture, and the cold of our winters, thrives. Which is mainly the grass in general and Kikuyu in particular. Like a wave it rises around the orchard and the garden. Our mowed lawn ends against a wall of green. It is a weekly effort to hold back the tide. It is beautiful to behold, but it hampers movement. You feel like you’re going on an expedition just to reach the base of Tafelkop. It’s the same in whatever direction you venture. It’s a challenge for the dogs as well. They totally disappear in the abundant growth. Molly has developed a leaps and bounds style o

  Today We're Not Talking The feature that stands out the most for us about Tafelkop is the fog. In the 9 months we have been living here, it has been and is a constant – winter and summer, early morning, late afternoon, at dusk when we go for a walk, then the fog rolls in through the gap where the road goes through Kastrolnek. As if it were constantly pressing against the back of Tefelkop, discovering the opening, breaking through and spilling over roofs, yards, fields. With the thick veil drawn over everything, we know there are still big trees in the lane. We hear them dripping. Other than that, it is dead silent.   In between. Not quite rain and not quite sky. Not totally dark, but not really light either. Early morning recording at Tafelkop - Holy Saturday Today is Silent Saturday.   The foggy day. Somewhere between death and life, where something has passed, but the new is not yet. Where the familiar beacons that provide our coordinates and make us feel safe are gone. And vag

Vandag Praat Ons nie Die eienskap wat vir ons die sterkste uitstaan van Tafelkop, is die mis. In die 9 maande wat ons nou hier bly, was en is dit ‘n konstante – winter en somer, vroegoggend, laatmiddag, teen skemer wanneer ons gaan stap, dan kom die mis ingerol deur die keep waar die pad deur Kastrolnek gaan. Asof dit die heeltyd teen die agterkant van Tefelkop druk, die opening ontdek, deurbreek en oor dakke, werwe, lande spoel. Met die digte sluier oor alles getrek, weet ons daar is steeds groot bome in die laning. Ons hoor hulle drup. Verder is dit doodstil.   Tussenin. Nie heeltemal reën nie en nie heeltemal lug nie. Nie totaal donker nie, maar ook nie regtig lig nie. Vroegoggend-opname op Tafelkop - Stil Saterdag Vandag is Stil Saterdag.    Die mistige dag. Êrens tussen dood en lewe, waar iets verby is, maar die nuwe nog nie is nie. Waar die bekende bakens wat ons koördinate verskaf en ons veilig laat voel weg is. En vae buitelyne geen aanduiding van nuwe lewe is nie.   In die Ger