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Knoop en Losknoop (1/2)

Die "kleinheid" van die lewe kan soms swaarder voel as sy groot tragedies.

'n Lewe hoef nie "vol" tragedie te wees nie. As dit "leeg" van betekenis is, kan daardie leegheid uiteindelik 'n verpletterende las word wat neerdruk op die een wat daardie lewe leef.

Die Gesprek

Elemente Uit Die Gesprek

In kontemplatiewe spiritualiteit word die "knoop en losknoop" nie opgelos deur die taak te ignoreer of te systap nie, maar deur die aard van die knoop te verander. In plaas van 'n hindernis wat oorkom moet word sodat die lewe kan "begin", word die daad die lewe self.

Musiek

ABBA sing hier van 'n lewe waar al die knope perfek vas is, maar die persoon daarbinne is 'n slaapwandelaar.

Here,

Ons is nie blind vir die las van die aanhoudende nie.
Dieselfde bord, dieselfde pad werk toe,
dieselfde knope, dieselfde maskers wat ons opsit.

Help ons asseblief met die moedeloosheid vir “die volgende”.
Ons weet ten diepste dat ‘n taak wat herhaal word
nie ‘n verkwiste lewe is nie, maar ‘n gekoesterde lewe.
Wanneer ons vergeet, help ons onthou.

Wanneer ons vanaand ons knope losmaak,
laat ons ook die baie stemme wat daagliks vir ons fluister losknoop.
En wanneer ons môre ons knope vasmaak,
mag ons dit doen met liefde vir die wêreld waarin U leef.

Amen

Met ons liefde.

George & Matilda

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