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Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (174)

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Die Gesprek




Elemente Uit Die Gesprek


"I hope you live without the need to dominate, and without the need to be dominated. I hope you are never victims, but I hope you have no power over other people. And when you fail, and are defeated, and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing — instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls." 

- Ursula K. Le Guin                 



~ ❖ ~


In verlede week se opname het ons aan 4 sake aandag gegee wat mens kan help om wys oud te word. Hierdie week volg ons dit op met nog 4:

  1. Nie-dualistiese denke: Waar dit nie om waterdigte verdelings van reg/verkeerd, in/uit, ons/hulle gaan nie, maar paradoks eerder gekoester word en 'n gemaklikheid met misterie ontwikkel. 
  2. Sorg of diens en leiding: Die oudste domineer nie, maar mentor ander, seën en dien. Hulle gee wysheid oor sonder dat hulle erkenning nodig het.
  3. Daar is die gevoel van 'n "ronde spiritualiteit" wat diep gesak het. 'n Rus in God. Vanuit daardie basis is hulle goeie mentors.
  4. Sensitiwiteit vir die wysheid van ons lywe. 


~ ❖ ~


“If we are to claim the last years of life as years that hold the possibility of awakening into equanimity and lightness, into the very embodiment of grace, we need to bear witness to the ripening of that possibility. Not only would it be a blessing for each of us, it would be a blessing for a world starving for such witnessing.

Mindful of impermanence, the breath-by-breath arising and abiding and falling of each moment, we can remain in remembrance of our longing to exist in wisdom and love and compassion. We can remain in our intention to ripen into the spiritual maturity that is our birthright to cultivate. There is no more noble way to spend these years than to become an elder, to bear witness to the world as placeholders for peace, love, wisdom, and fearlessness.”

~ Kathleen Dowling Singh               


[Fotograaf: Michele Mattei;  Foto van kunstenaar, Betye Saar]


Video

Nie 'n musiekvideo hierdie week nie, maar die verhaal van 'n 70-jarige wiskunde onderwyser, Jim O'Connor. Op sy ouderdom gee hy egter nie net wiskunde nie.






Mag jy oud word. Mag jy wys wees. Mag jy nou reeds daarin belê.

Al ons liefde.


George & Matilda



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