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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (82)

  Edge Walkers The Conversation Elements From The Conversation "...I see myself as an “edge walker,” wandering along the hemlines of the Christ tradition.  Perhaps you are an edge walker too.  Edge walkers occupy a thin space and are by definition a bit lonely.  Most people inhabit the vast spaces on both sides of edges.  But those of us called to the thresholds—the edges between— live in this thin space and recognize one another when we meet." Victoria Loorz: Church Of The Wild                 Music Artists are often edge walkers, be that poets, painters, writers or singers.  Leonard Cohen who grew up in the Jewish tradition, often taps into Christian themes and images as well. His "If It Be Your Will"  is a beautiful example of the way he approaches prayer and uses traditianal language and concepts, but interprets it in a fresh way and applies it in his life.   The poet, Emily Dickinson, does the same with...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (82)

  Randlopers Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek "...I see myself as an “edge walker,” wandering along the hemlines of the Christ tradition.  Perhaps you are an edge walker too.  Edge walkers occupy a thin space and are by definition a bit lonely.  Most people inhabit the vast spaces on both sides of edges.  But those of us called to the thresholds—the edges between— live in this thin space and recognize one another when we meet." Victoria Loorz: Church Of The Wild                 Musiek Kunstenaars is dikwels randlopers, of dit digters, skilders, skrywers, of sangers is.  Leonard Cohen, wat in die Joodse tradisie opgegroei het, tap dikwels ook in op Christelike temas en beelde. Sy "If It Be Your Will"   is 'n mooi voorbeeld van hoe hy met gebed omgaan en aansluit by tradisionele taal en konsepte, maar dit nuut inkleur en in sy eie lewe toepas.   Die digter, Emily Dickinson, doen dieselfde met die tradision...

From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (79)

Wild Sactuary The Conversation Elemente Uit Die Gesprek "Once upon a time, all humans knew their lives, their food, their survival, their sense of meaning and kinship with God or the gods was connected with all their relations: the hawks and soil and ferns and mosquitoes. Like all the other wild creatures, they belonged to the land, and they knew it…. They were part of a grand conversation, a relationship of reciprocity and respect, connecting them with all the other beings and elements of life. But there came a time when some of the people could no longer hear the conversation…. The wax in their ears became hardened, and their hearts pretended that they were happier controlling the world than loving it. They rushed right past the burning bushes on the way to Importance, missing the message of the doe hiding in plain sight with her newborn fawn. They packed the bodies of sacred forest cathedrals onto trucks and shipped them to mills. They forgot that the thrush songs spelled out w...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (79)

  Wilde Heiligdom Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek "Once upon a time, all humans knew their lives, their food, their survival, their sense of meaning and kinship with God or the gods was connected with all their relations: the hawks and soil and ferns and mosquitoes. Like all the other wild creatures, they belonged to the land, and they knew it…. They were part of a grand conversation, a relationship of reciprocity and respect, connecting them with all the other beings and elements of life. But there came a time when some of the people could no longer hear the conversation…. The wax in their ears became hardened, and their hearts pretended that they were happier controlling the world than loving it. They rushed right past the burning bushes on the way to Importance, missing the message of the doe hiding in plain sight with her newborn fawn. They packed the bodies of sacred forest cathedrals onto trucks and shipped them to mills. They forgot that the thrush songs spelled out wa...