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God, En Die Plek Waar Ek Bly


Ons stemme is só dik en krapperig van erge verkoues dat ons nie hierdie week 'n opname kon doen nie.

Ons hoop egter om steeds reg te laat geskied aan hierdie belangrike tema van die plek waar ons bly, ons huis, werf, omgewing, ons spasie, waar dit ook al is, as die ruimte waar God beleef word. Waar God is. Hoe meer intiem ons met hierdie spasie in al sy skakerings en seisoene betrokke raak, hoe intiemer raak die band met God.

Wallace Stevens het by geleentheid gesê:

"We live in the description of a place and not in the place itself."

Dit kan nie net 'n bolangse belewenis, 'n beskrywing, wees nie. Ons moet tussen die weefsels van ons plek ingaan. 'n Rusbank-benadering gaan nie die ding doen nie. Die belewenis en ontdekking moet op grondvlak gedoen word: Waar slaan die biesiegras uit na die baie reën? Die Swartsperwers was vanjaar stil. Hoekom? Het enigiemand 'n idee hoeveel grasspesies daar is? Hoekom borrel die fonteine juis op daardie plekke aan die voet van Tafelkop uit?

Wendell Berry is in hierdie dinge 'n belangrike gids. Sy wysheid lei ons in 'n aardse, ruim spiritualiteit in.

Hope
then to belong to your place by your own knowledge
of what it is that no other place is, and by
your caring for it as you care for no other place, this
place that you belong to though it is not yours,


Dis waaroor ons sou praat sou ons kon praat. 

 

 













Ons sluit af met hierdie gebed van Teilhard de Chardin:


God must be as vast as the Universe
and as warm as a human heart,
and incomparably more besides.
This is all we can say.



Met ons liefde.


George & Matilda





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  1. Johan19 January 2025 at 11:19

    Dankie George en Matilda. Vandag se bydrae lê op verskeie vlakke vir my na aan die hart want ek beleef die godskonsep deur die waarneming van die kleinste mikrobe, elke voël, wurm, vlinder tot die vêrste waarneembare galaxy in die kosmos. Ons tuintjie hier op kokanje het so gekrimp vanaf ons vorige blyplek dat ek en Marina al hoe nader aan elke voëltjie, elke rusper of bokkie (al vreet hulle soms aan ons plante) elke blommetjie, hoe miniatuur ookal met verwondering kan kyk. Ons het ook die waarde van veldgrasse ontdek vir die tuintjie. Daar is miniatuur grassies van 10cm tot bykans 2 meter met die pragtigste sade en pluime. Doe zoo voorts. Liefde Johan

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    1. Anonymous20 January 2025 at 10:15

      Baie dankie vir die deel van jul ervaring daar in julle nuwe blyplek. Dis so mooi om te sien hoe julle, wat ook aan oop en wye ruimtes en dele van ons land gewoond is, vreugde in die veel kleiner ruimte vind. Soms het ons net 'n blompot of 'n voëlbak nodig! Groete en liefde.

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