We aren't immortal. We don't last long. Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die. Ps 49:12, 20 (The Message) She came to me as a stray more than a decade ago. On a rainy December night she somehow managed to get through the electric fence. She was terrified, thin and in a general bad state. When you approached her she growled and snapped in all directions. We left her alone to find her the next morning deep underneath the stack of sprinkler pipes. She wouldn’t budge. For two weeks I left food and water close to her place of safety. When I was at a safe distance she came out, ate and drank, sat staring at me for a while, then returned to the hide-out. Gradually, there was movement in the tip of her tail to be seen when I brought the food and looked at her under the pipes. And then, one morning, as I was walking with the other dogs in her vicinity, she came out and tentatively started to walk along. She had decided to stay. She was a mongrel in the ...
The Restory is a Retreat Centre nestled against Tafelkop, a singular mountain head near Wakkerstroom, South Africa. Here we live a simple life as contemplatives. It is a place of re-connection: with ourselves, people, Nature, Silence and Creativity. Our retreats are aimed at this. Our conversations, writing and art centre around the univocity of life. We need a place that reminds us that we are all one. The Restory hopes to be such a place and space.