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Our Wise Guide - Our Body Hello everyone Still no recording. Which is half unexpected, because we should've been better this week from the cold/flu we had last week. Well, that's not the case. Matilda is getting better, but her strength is still low. George has to behave even more quietly than last week, after the doctor diagnosed him with bronchitis. There is no doubt in our minds that such times of less activity and rest are essential. Our bodies are wise guides that take us to places that lie outside the sphere of our heads. It does not help to fight against those bodily messages. However, it is striking how difficult it is often for us to scale back and become quieter. How our inability to be busy, to finish things and to look back on a productive day plays into our identity and mood. How easily we feel guilty. What we use as criteria to justify our existence. Such a time of illness brings you back to the meaning and value of the spiritual truths that have become clearer to...

  Humour Is Part Of It The Conversation Elements From The Conversation An example of Jewish humour.  And South African humour.  Music It's amazing, the power you have!  As always, with our love.  George & Matilda

  Contemplatively Busy The Conversation Elements From The Conversation On our visit to Gauteng the past week, we've received such a number of enquiries regarding The Restory moving and requests to be kept up to date on the matter, that we've decided to have it as an item on the blog for the foreseeable future. We'll be posting pictures and updates on Facebook and Instagram as well, but it is handy to have it as a blog post where it is easy to find in years to come. We want to have everything moved to Tafelkop by end of May. To say that we'll be settled by then is unrealistic against the background of our strength, time and funds and the degree that it will be available. The main focus this week is moving the content of Sebastien's rondavel to his new house. The Mazda loaded for the move of Sebastien's furniture over the weekend.  Sebastien's empty rondavel.  Matilda is almost done sorting out the pantry, with the empty shelves attesting to that. These old sh...

  In the evening  I carry frogs out of the house. I strive  to put distance between them  and the front door, releasing them in the furthest flower beds. The process is repeated  every  night. Or is it every other night? I lose track of time, doing it so regularly. I often wonder if it’s the same one constantly returning. You get to know the expression  on a face, the look in the eyes. M has suggested we mark it with Tippex to test the theory. But I’ve heard from friends and neighbours  having similar experiences. One even dropped their frog about 2 km away from the house, on his way into town. It got me thinking. Are we all  putting the same frog  out every other night? The roaming one, circulating in the neighbourhood, returning to  carefully selected homes? Recently, though, in the space  of 15 minutes, I had to carry two out, with M following  with a third. An adjustment  of my theory  is therefore required. ...