For the soul to know its worth

And the soul knows it’s worth… The sounds of oh holy night are blaring through speakers in the overcrowded mall. It is Christmas time. Or in this case time for shopping. For maxing out credit cards. For pushing and shoving past other souls to get our hands on the special can of biscuits. Oh, for … Lees voort →

Gedeeltelike bruilof

Dit is wat die bruilof is – ‘n gedeeltelike openbaring wat met die volheid van tyd sal ontvou in ‘n heerlike en volmaakte bekendmaking. Lees voort →

Stuur vir my ‘n poskaart

Stuur vir my ‘n poskaart.  Een wat jou reis vir my kleur gee; wat verduidelik hoe jy deur stofpaaie stap en alles om jou inneem. Stuur vir my ‘n poskaart. Een wat vertel van jou stampvol taxi-rit; en die mense en hul stories om jou. Van klanke en geure en poskaartoomblikke wat jou dag laat … Lees voort →

Not from here

The Northbound journey is purposefully set up in a way to expose us to so many different aspects of the world. In the past 8 months we have visted nations with dominant religions of Islam, Hinduism, Bhuddism, Catholicism, Orthodox Christians and even atheism. We saw the effect of human governments on nations through failed capitalism … Lees voort →

Syrian women still frames

Fadwa*. Our first visit was two weeks ago to a highly pregnant Fadwa. Today we hold a little Maria in our hands. Perfectly formed. The little hands are a picture of perfection. Small knuckles, small nails. She clasps my finger, barely fitting her fingers around it. We are sitting on UN mats – a grim … Lees voort →