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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (85)

  Hello, Things! Marc Greets Things In The Morning Hi boy with the cycle on the vase with the flower nower, nower hi chair at the table hi bread on the table hi sweet fisherman-fish with the pipe and hi sweet fisherman-fish with the cap cap and pipe of the sweet fisherman-fish hi Hii-i fish hi darling fish hi small fisheline mine Translation: George Angus                           The Conversation Elements From The Conversation Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the hidden dis...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (85)

  Hallo, Dinge! Marc Groet Soggens Die Dinge Dag outjie met die fiets op die vaas met die blom plom, plom dag stoel langs die tafel dag brood op die tafel dag vissertjie-vis met die pyp en dag vissertjie-vis met die pet pet en pyp van die vissertjie-vis goeiedag Daa-ag vis dag liewe vis dag klein vissely van my Vertaling: George Angus                                        Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the ...

Mellow yellow May

I simply cannot resist running for my camera as luscious May parades her golden hues wherever I go. The potted lemon and the huge mulberry in my back yard are vying for my attention, each glorious in her own right. In a much loved fruit bowl, some ruby grapefruit (a gift from MaTshepo, the rain harvester who grows them organically and with only rain water as irrigation) glows against the warm wood of the table. At a recent drumming circle (our first) a fire dancer had me trying new settings with my camera, it being quite a challenge to capture the magical mood of the fiery movements. I seem to be soaked in yellow. Happy, sunny Yellow! Which, according to my copy of The healing powers of Chromotherapy (using colours to cure diseases) by Hari Om Gupta, "represents intelligence, wisdom and loyalty. Yellow has been associated with the divine symbols of creation since time immemorial." I'm not too sure what that implies, but it makes me feel happy and hopeful, even thou...