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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (189)

Pause We are tired. The week was and the weekend is very busy and there was little time to just catch our breath. We need it. That's why we create this moment of silence first and foremost for ourselves, but we like to share it. Nothing deep. Just peaceful. So that, when that little gap in your day opens up, you can put your feet up, pour a cup of tea and take a deep breath. ~ ❖ ~ Clearing   Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently, until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worth of rescue.   – Martha Postlewaite                                                             ~ ❖ ~ With much love. George & Mati...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (189)

Verposing Ons is moeg. Die week en naweek was en is baie besig en daar was min tyd om net 'n bietjie asem te skep. Ons het behoefte daaraan. Daarom skep ons hierdie oomblik van stilte in die eerste plek vir ons, maar ons deel dit graag. Niks dieps nie. Net rustig. Sodat, wanneer daardie klein gaping in jou dag oopval, jy jou voete kan lig, 'n koppie tee kan skink en diep kan asemhaal. ~ ❖ ~ Clearing   Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently, until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worth of rescue.   – Martha Postlewaite                                                             ~ ❖ ~ Met ons liefde. George ...

From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (124)

Eight Day Silent Retreat The Conversation Elements From The Conversation ~ ❖ ~ This framed blessing of John O'Donohue hung against one wall in the cottage at the Retreat Center. Some days I just became quiet around it. A Blessing For One Who Is Exhausted When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight, The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become laborsome events of will. Weariness invades your spirit. Gravity begins falling inside you, Dragging down every bone. The tide you never valued has gone out. And you are marooned on unsure ground. Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life. You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken for the race ...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (124)

Agt-dag Stilretreat Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek ~ ❖ ~ In die kothuis by die retreatsentrum, teen die een muur, het hierdie geraamde seën van John O'Donohue gehang. Sommige dae het ek net rondom dit stil geraak. A Blessing For One Who Is Exhausted When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight, The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become laborsome events of will. Weariness invades your spirit. Gravity begins falling inside you, Dragging down every bone. The tide you never valued has gone out. And you are marooned on unsure ground. Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life. You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken for the race...