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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (144)

Our Co-workers The Conversation Elements From The Conversation Skhumbuzo on a visit with Hlengiwe and their little daughter, Sisonke. Sandile brighten our days with her clothes and colours. Sakele can work magic with a spade, pliers and a chain saw. Among other things. Music As always, with our love. And the deep longing that there will be people in your life with whom you can travel far. George & Matilda  

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (144)

Ons Medewerkers   Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek Skhumbuzo kom kuier met Hlengiwe en hul dogtertjie, Sisonke. Sandile wat dae ophelder met haar klere en kleure. Sakele kan toor met 'n graaf, 'n tang en 'n kettingsaag. Onder andere. Musiek Soos altyd, met ons liefde. En die begeerte dat daar mense in jou lewe sal wees met wie jy vêr kan reis. George & Matilda

From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (60)

  Reminiscing On Barrowfield  The Conversation Elements From The Conversation "Funny how places become people, how this house and her old iron bed still pull me in and offer comfort when I need it."                                         Lori Nelson Spielman Skhumbuzo took this picture  of the setting of this week's recordings. The chapel provided the space needed  to sort out the attic content. Music When, for the last time, you walk through empty rooms and close doors softly behind you. With love.   Thank you that we could share Barrowfield with you. George & Matilda 

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (60)

  'n Terugkyk Op Barrowfield  Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek "Funny how places become people, how this house and her old iron bed still pull me in and offer comfort when I need it."                                                  Lori Nelson Spielman Skhumbuzo het hierdie foto van dié week se opname geneem. Die kapel was die ideale ruimte om die solder se inhoud uit te sorteer. Musiek Wanneer jy vir oulaas deur leë vertrekke loop en deure saggies toetrek. Met  liefde.  Dankie dat ons Barrowfield met julle kon deel, George & Matilda 

New in an old way

We’ve just completed the first unit of our Living School program. Not the easiest of entries I might say. It’s like learning a new language while reading St Bonaventure (1259), The Cloud of Unknowing (late 1300’s) and Teresa of Avila (1577). “It sounds quite boring” you might think. “Being busy with all that old stuff of ancient dead people long forgotten. Their thoughts and words are of no use for us living in the 21 st century; merely the eccentric interest of a few nerds busy naval gazing. There are such a large number of recent exciting authors and books. Why not stick to them? ” I am totally with you on the exciting recent authors and publications. But we are only now discovering the value of the long dead and buried for our survival and for daily living. I experienced it in a very concrete manner again this past week. My brother-in-law William, a budding bee keeper, earlier this year, placed two bee hives close to our vegetable patch. The bees’ presence and cons...

Kings

Source: Wikipedia  There is a Hadeda Ibis nest on one of the branches of the American Ash where I park my bakkie. I wasn’t aware that the female has been busy hatching eggs for the last couple of days, constantly sitting in that one spot. It was only when I took workers home on Tuesday that I saw the results of my unfortunate parking spot. My windscreen reminded me of those old aerial pictures of bombing raids during World War II.    I was in a hurry and because I was only going to travel on a dirt road I did not bother cleaning my window. Let me put it this way, it’s not easy finding your way looking through the remnants of Hadeda meals. Going past Zaaihoek dam I had a view through the clues of Saturday’s menu. Coming back the sun sat at an angle so at times   I had to lower my head and look through the small opening of what was left of a Hadeda’s Sunday and Monday, only to quickly return to that Saturday spot at the curves in the road. Firs...