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Die Stem

In May 2010, George and I attended a workshop led by Richard Rohr in Cape Town at the Schoenstatt Retreat and Training Centre . One afternoon, in our free time, we decided to visit the historic wine estate of Groot Constantia, which is within walking distance of the retreat centre. It was rather chilly with heavy clouds hanging low, but we donned our rain jackets and ignored the faint drizzle that had started to come down. I am so glad we did: We were due for a very special perfomance that we knew nothing of in advance, but wouldn't have missed for all the world if we did.  In the comments following George's post,   Whistle while you work ,   he reminded me of an Afrikaans piece I had written shortly after this very special encounter. It touches on what seems to be a golden rule: To whistle or sing heartily while working is not depended on the circumstances. But it greatly enhances the lives of all and sunder. I can only agree with my friend Elmi's comment: " Durin...

Much Madness is divinest Sense

L'Arbre de vie by Seraphine Louis Oil on Canvas, 1928 Much Madness is divinest Sense- To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - "Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail - Assent - and you are sane - Demur - you're straightway dangerous- And handled with a Chain -                             - Emily Dickinson 1862 George's post Whistle while you work sparked some lively conversation and also got me thinking in top gear. It reminded me of a film we saw a while back and which made an indelible impression on me. That of the life of the French artist, Seraphine Louis. To draw you into the conversation that led to this post, please follow the link above that will also take you to the comments at the end of the post. An excerpt from Medicographia 103  explains her tragic life this way: "What a singular destiny that of Séraphine Louis. Born into a needy peasant com...