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Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (173)

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"Die ware oudste is soos 'n boom: hoe ouer dit word, hoe meer skaduwee bied dit."

Sufi gesegde                   


Die Gesprek




Elemente Uit Die Gesprek




Met hierdie opname het ons aan die volgende sake aandag gegee wat mens kan help om wys oud te word:

  1. 'n Gereelde geloofspraktyk
  2. Die geleidelike agterlaat van die "eerste helfte van lewe" se prioriteite
  3. Die vormende invloed van swaarkry, mislukking, en die onvermoë om al die lewensvrae te beantwoord
  4. Om die greep op absolute beheer te laat gaan







Musiek





"Wiegala" is 'n slaapliedjie gekomponeer deur die Joodse digter en komponis Ilse Weber. Sy het dit geskryf terwyl sy tydens die Tweede Wêreldoorlog 'n gevangene in die Theresienstadt-konsentrasiekamp was. By die kamp het sy as verpleegster gewerk en haar musiek gebruik om die kinders onder haar sorg te troos. Toe die kinders wat sy versorg het, na die Auschwitz-uitwissingskamp gestuur is, het sy gekies om saam met hulle te gaan. Daar word geglo dat "Wiegala" die laaste liedjie was wat sy saam met die kinders gesing het voordat hulle almal in 1944 in 'n gaskamer gesterf het. 




Met baie liefde.


George & Matilda



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