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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (145)

  God, And The Place Where I Live Our voices are so thick and scratchy from bad colds that we were unable to make a recording this week. However, we hope to still do justice to this important theme of the place where we live, our home, yard, environment, our space, wherever it is, as the space where God is experienced. Where God is. The more intimately we engage with this space in all its shades and seasons, the more intimate the bond with God becomes. Wallace Stevens once said: "We live in the description of a place and not in the place itself." It cannot just be a superficial experience, a description. We must enter into the fibre of our place. A couch potato approach will not do the trick. You have to be on ground level: Where does the rush grass sprout after the heavy rain? The Black Sparrowhawks have been quiet this year. Why? Does anyone have any idea how many species of grass there are? Why do the fountains bubble up in those particular places at the foot of Tafelkop? ...

Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (145)

  God, En Die Plek Waar Ek Bly Ons stemme is só dik en krapperig van erge verkoues dat ons nie hierdie week 'n opname kon doen nie. Ons hoop egter om steeds reg te laat geskied aan hierdie belangrike tema van die plek waar ons bly, ons huis, werf, omgewing, ons spasie, waar dit ook al is, as die ruimte waar God beleef word. Waar God is. Hoe meer intiem ons met hierdie spasie in al sy skakerings en seisoene betrokke raak, hoe intiemer raak die band met God. Wallace Stevens het by geleentheid gesê: "We live in the description of a place and not in the place itself." Dit kan nie net 'n bolangse belewenis, 'n beskrywing, wees nie. Ons moet tussen die weefsels van ons plek ingaan. 'n Rusbank-benadering gaan nie die ding doen nie. Die belewenis en ontdekking moet op grondvlak gedoen word: Waar slaan die biesiegras uit na die baie reën? Die Swartsperwers was vanjaar stil. Hoekom? Het enigiemand 'n idee hoeveel grasspesies daar is? Hoekom borrel die fonteine juis ...