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Vir Die Nuwe Jaar





(Vir die oorspronklike foto - dankie aan ons vriend Ben)



Terugskouend was dit, te midde van baie ander dinge, Rilke se jaar. Hier by Die Restory het ons oor hom gepraat, hy het dikwels opgeduik in ons nadenke oor iets en hy is by ‘n paar geleenthede ingetrek om diens te doen in die Opening- en Afsluitingsgebede van ons meditasies. Hy praat ons taal. En hopelik, met verloop van tyd, het hy ons stem beïnvloed.

Teen daardie agtergrond, en met die bymekaarmaak van stukkies Rilke hier en daar, ons boodskap vir julle hier van Die Restory:


Op Die Drumpel Van ‘n Nuwe Jaar
(Met dank aan Rainer Maria Rilke)

Met die wisseling van die jaar,
word ons genooi om nie vorentoe te jaag nie,
maar om die vrae ’n bietjie langer te leef.

Om te vertrou dat dit wat nog nie klaar is nie,
dit wat onduidelik of moeg voel,
steeds stilweg binne-in ons aan die werk is.

Die nuwe jaar vra nie vir antwoorde nie,
slegs vir teenwoordigheid.
Vir ’n bereidheid om naby dit wat werklik is te bly -
naby die ritmes van asem en lyf,
naby die stadige werk van luister,
naby die genade wat in gewone dae opgesluit lê.

Wat as hierdie jaar nie iets is om te bemeester nie,
maar iets om te ontvang?
Nie ’n probleem om op te los nie,
maar ’n storie wat steeds vertel word.

Hier, in stilte en saam-wees,
leer ons opnuut dat dit tyd neem om te "word".
Dat betekenis ryp word wanneer ons aandag gee,
nie wanneer ons dwing nie.

Terwyl die jaar voor ons oopvou,
mag ons sag wees met dit wat onvoltooid is,
getrou aan die werk van teenwoordigheid,
en geduldig genoeg om die dieper storie
sy eie woorde te laat vind.


Met baie liefde en groot dankbaarheid vir julle in ons lewens.


George & Matilda



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  1. Anonymous27 December 2025 at 18:29

    Dankie George & Matilda vir die besondere boodskap.

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