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    A Tagore Quote  "...seek, and you will find..."                    Matt 7:7 The Conversation  Elements From The Conversation  Music With much love. George & Matilda   

    'n Tagore-Aanhaling  "...soek, en julle sal vind..."                                                   Matt 7:7 Die Gesprek  Elemente Uit Die Gesprek  Musiek  Baie liefde. George & Matilda   

Photograph by Hanna Jacobs: 6 Dec 2014 No, my friends, I shall never be an ascetic, whatever you may say.  I shall never be and ascetic if she does not take the vow with me.  It is my firm resolve that if I cannot find a shady shelter and a companion for my penance, I shall never turn ascetic.  No, my friends, I shall never leave my hearth and home, and retire into the forest solitude, if rings no merry laughter in its echoing shade and if the end of no saffron mantle flutters in the wind; if its silence is not deepened by soft whispers.  I shall never be an ascetic.                                                 Rabindranath Tagore  

This morning, without deciding upon it formally, Mily and I took it reaaally easy and had a snuggle-in. Outside it seemed rather overcast and gloomy: perfect cuddle weather. She curled onto my lap, covering my first and second chakras with her silken body, while I lay dozing on my back. She later moved to where the sun started trickling onto the corner of the bed while I sat writing about the richness of this simple indulgence and tried drawing her catness in R-mode like I am being taught in Art class at the moment.        Then I spent time planning a week of personal treats. Read on, this gets even more ridiculously decadent. In my defence, I have to say that I am under orders to do so. (See Tasks of Chapter 11 of Julia Cameron’s Artist’s way). I struggle with especially this: treating my inner child, the true artist in me, to the things I need to fill my creative well. The reason, always, is a feeling of guilt. Guilt because there's a furrow seemingly per...

Note: This is a piece written in Afrikaans. It is my mother tongue and therefore I sometimes need to let rip in it in order to express myself without the constraints of having to really think (as in using the right tenses and getting the right word). I will gladly translate it if need be. Please let me know!    My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool’s buttonhole.               -        Tagore Hierdie is my quote of the moment . Nou al vir die afgelope twee jaar! Hoe kan ek dit stel? Wat maak dat iets daardie inklikklank maak as ek dit lees? Asof iets net reg lê en presies in plek gedruk word – soos ‘n verlore legkaartstukkie wat onder die mat uitkom en in sy plekkie inklik met ‘n piepklein sug van verligting. Daar is nie baie sulke aanhalings nie. Wel, daar is, maar dis ‘n klein hoop teen dit wat mens als lees en sorteer na die Snert, Oulik, Hmm, Waar, en Sjoe hope. En anders as die ander hope, is hierdi...