The Restory Retreat Centre

Skyn Soos Die Son ~ ❖ ~ In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness....  This sense of liberation from an illusory difference was such a relief and such a joy to me that I almost laughed out loud. And I suppose my happiness could have taken form in the words: “Thank God, thank God that I am like other men, that I am only a man among others.”  It is a glorious destiny to be a member of the human race, though it is a race dedicated to many absurdities and one which makes many terrible mistakes: yet, with all that, God Himself gloried in becoming a member of the human race. A member of the human race! To think that such a commonplace realization should suddenly seem like news that one holds the win...

In Gesprek Met Fisika/Astronomie Die hemelruim verkondig  die eer van God  en die hemelkoepel maak die werk  van sy hande bekend.  Dag ná dag bring dit  'n boodskap voort  en nag ná nag deel dit  kennis mee.  Alhoewel daar geen spraak  en geen woorde is nie  en hulle stem nie hoorbaar is nie,  gaan hulle boodskap uit  oor die hele aarde  en hulle woorde  tot aan die einde van die wêreld.  ‭‭ Psalms‬ ‭19‬:‭2‬-‭5‬ ‭(2020‬-vertaling)                     ‬ Die Gesprek Elemente Uit Die Gesprek Sterre wat ons saans met die blote oog kan sien.   Mag julle leef met gesigte gedraai na die son. Sonneblom Na die bron van alles, die son, één beurende drang één goue verlang! Uys Krige                                                       ...

  It is said that Calvin Coolidge, or Silent Cal, the 30 th  US president, didn’t work himself to a stanstill.    Taking into account that he generally slept 11 hours a night, supplemented by daily naps and some  three-month extended vacations, the conclusion that he worked a maximum of 4 and a half hours a day doesn’t seem too far-fetched. And the times he was in the Oval Office, he often pulled out  the bottom drawer of his desk, put his feet into it and counted the cars passing by on Pennsylvania Avenue.   When he passed away in 1933, Gertrude Stein reportedly remarked: “Coolidge dead? How can you tell?”   In 2 Kings 6 we are told of another leader, King Jehoram of Israel. With his city under siege by the Syrian army and Samaria experiencing a terrible famine, he walks on the  city wall. While doing so, he hears the horrific story of two mothers who started eating their children in an effort to stay alive. On hearing that he tear...

  Foto deur Lien Botha Dave Pepler skryf in sy pragtige boek Immergroen. Stories oor plante:   “My voorstoep kry die son uit die weste en dit bak soos ‘n hoogoond. Op elke trappie het ek ‘n erdepotjie met ‘n vygie daarin, die bogrond toegepak met koffiekleurige spoelklippies. Soggens, as ek koffie drink op die boonste trap, bekyk ek hulle. Byna so immobiel soos fossiele staan hulle jaarlank tot daar skielik, oornag, ‘n blomknoppie verskyn. Daardie dag probeer ek tuisbly en wag tot die son tref, want ek weet dat die blom net vir my gaan bloei. Vygies gee jou plesier op ‘n stil manier. Hoe soet klink die volksname nie – ghoena, ghôkum, steekvy, kougoed, vingerkanna, brakslaai, asbos, loogslaai, haasballetjies, kirriemoer... Het jy al suurvy-konfyt geproe? Gaan soek, want daar is nog enkeles wat dit kook. Maar, bowenal beloon vygies jou met hul dankbaarheid en uitbundigheid. Uit dorheid en grint, teen middag, breek hulle die lig.” Dit vra om saam met Marlene v...

Foto deur Amanda White meneer, vandag is die wind ‘n ou viool. trouens, kragtens musiek is vandag se winter méér vertroostend; die platkopdenne byvoorbeeld: uitgerafelde slae van ‘n dowwe tamboer. die punt, egter, is: op die groen tralies voor die huis wat so lank leeggestaan het, met, tereg meneer die stadsklerk, bláre op die vensterbanke, vermoedelik véél gevaarliker vlermuise in die nok – op dié groen tralies waaragter ag, waaragter géén geheime huis (met tampende staan- horlosies ‘n bont papegaai ivoorpatrone op ‘n ronde tafel) meer bouvallig mag kantel nie; op dié groen tralies, geagte meneer – hoe sal ek dit formuleer – op dié groen tralies dans vandag die blink glissando’s van die son.              Marlene van Niekerk