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Kalahari/Kgalagadi Gemsbok Park

Vanaf n grys en koue Luderitz en sand bedekte Kolmanskop gaan die reis voort deur Windhoek vir n blitsbesoek aan Swakopmund. Aangesien die seewater kouer is as die bier, bly hulle uit die water en hou by die bier.

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Van daar trek die kampeerders na die Kgalagadi Oorgrens Gemsbok Park toe. Kgalagadi “place of thirst” en oorkant die grens in Botswana waar die grootste gedeelte van die park lê is die dors groot, maar nie na water nie … hulle “frack” vir geld. Twee derdes van die park in Botswana is verkoop vir fracking, die moderne weergawe van die Bybelse pot lensiesop.

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SCHOOL PRAYER (By Diane Ackerman)

In the name of daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

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I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder
as an architect of peace.

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In the name of the sun and its minors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons of the firefly
and the apple, I will honor all life

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—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

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Die fotos is geneem deur Hannelie.

Die gedig: Diane Ackerman’s Poetic Invitation to Attentive Presence as a Means of Transcendence and Secular Spirituality

Uit haar bundel:

I Praise My Destroyer

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Toer deur die Namib (vervolg)

Kolmanskop

Die tentbewoners trek verder deur die woestyn. Hulle kla dat die paaie onbegaanbaar is en hulle 4×4 voertuie uitmekaar skud. Die Jeep Rubicon kry veral swaar.

Deur Ais-Ais, Riemvasmaak, Sesriem (Wonder waarom was die voorgeslag so gepla met rieme?), mik hulle vir Luderitz en natuurlik die beroemde Kolmanskop/ Kolmannskuppe/Coleman’s Hill.

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Eens n vooruitstrewende myndorp met eie kragstasie, kegelbaan, operahuis, hospitaal en swembad ... maar geen vars drinkwater nie. Nou n vervalle monument bewoon deur spoke en sand.

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Onder Duitse bestuur was bykans alles gratis vir die mynwerkers, van gratis ys tot gratis huise, elektrisiteit, gratis mediese behandeling in n moderne hospitaal tot vervoer met n tein van hulle huise af tot by die winkel.

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Mens kan jou skaars voorstel dat mense hier gebly het, kinders hier skool gegaan het, Paasfees en Kersfees groot gevier is en daar soms deurnag gedans en ge-“party” is, ten spyte van al die sand.

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Teen hierdie trappe het kinders gespeel en ellegante dames met lang rokke op en af geloop, skaars sestig jaar gelede vir die laaste maal. Nou is dit net die sand en wind en n spook of twee wat nog daar speel.

Winter In die Namib

Hannelie en vriende kamp saam deur die Namib

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Hulle begin Suid  en verken Ais-Ais, Riemvasmaak, Sesriem en Luderitz. Land van klip en sand, en helder skoon water.

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Langs die pad loop hulle hierdie verliefde paartjie Trolle raak, karakters so reg uit Pratchett se Discworld uit.

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Terwyl die son sak oor die Namib

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Die klipharde en wonderskone Namib

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Pub Crawling vir jou gesondheid

Het `n besige tyd beleef die afgelope maand. Waar ander ouens pub crawling doen vir pret en plesier, doen ons mos spreekkamer en hospitaal besoeke vir ontspanning, kan jy maar sê. Beide tydverdrywe is ewe riskant, maar elkeen het ook sy eie voordele. Na `n hewige drinksessie vergeet jy vir `n wyle van jou probleme en ontspan jy effens, dis immers waarom in die kroeg is. By die hospitaal werk dit ook so, as jy daar uitloop met al die stapel x-strale, scans en bloedtoetse onder die blad en die dokter het jou gesond verklaar, dan ontspan jy ook so effens, maar nie te veel nie want jy weet, net soos die drinker se onafwendbare hoofpyn wat soos klokslag toeslaan, net so gaan die stapel rekenings ook opdaag en eis om betaal te word. Die lewe werk so; daar is nie pret sonder pyn nie.
Die drinker se voordeel is dat sy tydelike gevoel van vrede in die kroeg hom aansienlik minder kos as die gemoedsrus wat jou R150,000+ se stapel doktersverslae jou kos.
Uiteindelik verskil die twee tydverdrywe nie veel van mekaar nie. By die kroeg kan jy in `n geveg betrokke raak wat jou in die hospitaal kan laat opeindig, terwyl die dokter en hospitaal se rekeninge jou weer in die kroeg kan laat beland.
Die ding van die crawling spree (as ons in Amerika was kon mens dit seker die Obama Care Crawling genoem het, en in Engeland sou dit die NHS-crawling kon wees. Hier by ons is dit die Zuma-does not-care crawling?) kom so: Ons vat my erge pyn dokter toe, en dit werk weer amper soos daardie musical chair speletjie behalwe dat jy sonder musiek vir meer as `n uur lank op een stoel sit en wag – eers op `n stoel by ontvangs, dan op `n ander stoel voor die dokter se deur, dan op die stoel voor sy lessenaar, dan op `n stoel by die hospitaal se ontvangs en teen daardie tyd is jy regtig nie meer lus vir speel nie, jy wil huis toe gaan. Continue Reading »

Water in Wyn in Bloed

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I came across this piece of wisdom and thought you might find it as inspiring as I did.

“When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But…that is not what great ships are built for.” –Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Do Not Lose Heart, We Were Made for These Times

–by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, syndicated from moonmagazine.org, Mar 13, 2017
Mis estimados queridos, My Esteemed Ones:

Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.
I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to have strong cojones and ovarios to withstand much of what passes for “good” in our culture today. Abject disregard of what the soul finds most precious and irreplaceable and the corruption of principled ideals have become, in some large societal arenas, “the new normal,” the grotesquerie of the week.
It is hard to say which one of the current egregious matters has rocked people’s worlds and beliefs more. Ours is a time of almost daily jaw-dropping astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.
…You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breath taking.
Yet … I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is – we were made for these times.
Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I cannot tell you often enough that we are definitely the leaders we have been waiting for, and that we have been raised, since childhood, for this time precisely.
…I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.
I would like to take your hands for a moment and assure you that you are built well for these times. Despite your stints of doubt, your frustrations in arighting all that needs change right now, or even feeling you have lost the map entirely, you are not without resource, you are not alone.
Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. In your deepest bones, you have always known this is so.
Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a forest greater. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
… We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to Earth. For many decades, worldwide, souls just like us have been felled and left for dead in so many ways over and over — brought down by naiveté, by lack of love, by suddenly realizing one deadly thing or another, by not realizing something else soon enough, by being ambushed and assaulted by various cultural and personal shocks in the extreme.
We all have a heritage and history of being gutted, and yet remember this especially … we have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection.
Over and over again we have been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered – can be restored to life again. This is as true and sturdy a prognosis for the destroyed worlds around us as it was for our own once mortally wounded selves.
…Though we are not invulnerable, our risibility supports us to laugh in the face of cynics who say “fat chance,” and “management before mercy,” and other evidences of complete absence of soul sense. This, and our having been ‘to Hell and back’ on at least one momentous occasion, makes us seasoned vessels for certain. Even if you do not feel that you are, you are.
Even if your puny little ego wants to contest the enormity of your soul, the smaller self can never for long subordinate the larger Self. In matters of death and rebirth, you have surpassed the benchmarks many times. Believe the evidence of any one of your past testings and trials. Here it is: Are you still standing? The answer is, Yes! (And no adverbs like “barely” are allowed here). If you are still standing, ragged flags or no, you are able. Thus, you have passed the bar. And even raised it. You are seaworthy.
…In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. Do not make yourself ill with overwhelm. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by perseverating on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.
We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn’t you say you were a believer? Didn’t you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn’t you ask for grace? Don’t you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the Voice greater? You have all the resource you need to ride any wave, to surface from any trough.
…In the language of aviators and sailors, ours is to sail forward now, all balls out. Understand the paradox: If you study the physics of a waterspout, you will see that the outer vortex whirls far more rapidly than the inner one. To calm the storm means to quiet the outer layer, to cause it, by whatever countervailing means, to swirl much less, to more evenly match the velocity of the inner, far less volatile core – till whatever has been lifted into such a vicious funnel falls back to Earth, lays down, is peaceable again.
One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or despair – thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl. Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.
Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely.
It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts – adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take “everyone on Earth” to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
…One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times.
The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires … causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these – to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both — are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.
…There will always be times in the midst of “success right around the corner, but as yet still unseen” when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.
The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here.
In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbour and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But … that is not what great ships are built for.

This comes with much love and prayer that you remember Who you came from, and why you came to this beautiful, needful Earth.
CODA

Annus Horibilis

2017; Ons Annus Horibilis

Eintlik was elke een van hulle sedert omtrent 1995, in die beroemde woorde van Liesbet die koningin van daardie klein, miserabel, nat ou eilandjie, ʼn annus horibilis vir ons persoonlik … en dan praat ek nie eers oor die politiek nie, dit is ʼn heel ander storie, ʼn nagmerrie wat die Koningin se woorde nie naastenby kan beskryf nie.

Van tyd tot tyd het alles inmekaar gedon….., ek bedoel geval. Hierdie jaar 2017 van onse Liewen Heer was nie anders nie, en hier kan ons in-zoom op Julie maand, ons eie persoonlike Lulli horibilis. Dit het wel `n aanloop gehad, dalk `n soort van waarskuwing dat stormweer op pad was. Eers is dit Ma se skoothond Mia, die baba in die huis wie se lewensdraad geknip word om haar uit haar pyn en lyding te verlos. Net daarna was dit Bonnie, ons Scotty wat dood is, en toe kom die episode in die hospitaal waar `n relatief eenvoudige prosedure lelik skeef loop en hierdie ouman amper die lepel in die dak steek.

Daarna is dit ons Ouboet wat skielik die tydelike met die ewige verwissel. Ek wou nog, sodra hy weer by die huis was van die hospitaal af, met hom gaan gesels het oor von Daniken en Desmond Morris, skrywers en idees wat hy oor my pad gebring het en wat `n groot invloed op my lewe en denke uit geoefen het. Toe gaan hy nooit weer huis toe nie. Continue Reading »

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