Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Concluding twenty-fourteen


Concluding twenty-fourteen

I will write this in English, because I want all my dear friends and family from all over to be able to read this. I have been speaking mostly Afrikaans for the last few months, and I have become more and more fond of reading Afrikaans literature, therefore my English has become rusty. Sorry 'bout that.

As every year comes to an end, I like to write myself a summary of what I experienced during that year. I guess it helps me build a foundation, so that I know what I’m building on the following year. I don’t know if I’m ready to write a summary because this year does not have a nutshell version.   But twenty-fourteen is by far the most exciting year of my life and I feel it deserves a proper ‘conclusion’.

This year started with me planting Zinnias in the garden and ended with me harvesting Proteas from the farm. This was the year of falling even more in love with the Creator and His creation. In this year I have covered more kilometers than ever before. Distance has become relative to the size of my world. And while my world was busy expanding I have had the privilege of learning more than I feel my mind is capable of processing. I have developed new interests and have grown into them with time. My wildest dreams of twenty-thirteen (last year) are no match for the reality of my life right now.  Which brings me back to our Creator – Unto him all the glory.

 I don’t often write motivational stuff – but I really want to share this with you. Our God really wants to make all our dreams come true. He made all of mine come true. Even the small dreams that were really nothing but mere thoughts. One of the many cases: Before the fashion show I was listening to the song I chose for the ‘runway’. The song kept on bringing images of lighting to my mind. Lightning on the horizon – constant lightning dancing to the rhythm of this song. I remember sharing this image with my mother. Two nights before the fashion show, on the 3rd of March, I was sitting on the red stoep steps on Amterdam plaas. And before me that image came to life. It was exactly like I imagined it. Strong, electrifying and rhythmical. And as the lightning bolts connected the horizon in front of me with the heavens above me, I could feel the Creator next to me saying I can have it all. He wants to make every dream come true - even if it is as small as a tiny thought that was born from a song. Even if it is big and the mere thought makes you shiver.

There is a catch though. We can only have our dreams come true if we are willing to dream through and with God. As soon as our lives align with His plan for us, he will make it all happen. As a little child I did not understand “ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and you will find”. I didn’t understand why I did not get everything I asked him for. Now I know that this verse it as true as ever, but it comes with the responsibility of not dreaming with your own mind, but dreaming, asking and seeking with a body, mind and soul devoted to God.

As I read through what I just wrote again, I realised that this is not actually a conclusion to the year, but rather a thank you letter. I am afraid of posting this and sounding religious – but God knows that that is not what I am. I am just really so thankful for the incredible privilege God has given me, and gives to all of us: To journey though life with the Creator of the universe walking right beside us, every step of the way.

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Green dress and t-shirt

Green dress and t-shirt
I made this green dress and stripe t-shirt this week. 

My mother took these the photographs. My mom and I got up this morning at 6 to get ready...the sun was shining. We decided to take the photos early, before the light becomes to bright. By 6:30 we were ready as as we drove out of the yard it started to drizzle! The weather changed completely in under 30 minutes! The weather in the Western Cape is just something else! We drove around Napier looking for the perfect place where we could take the photographs, hoping the rain will clear up. It eventually cleared up - but only for a while...

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Bertie en Alette trou!

Bertie en Alette trou!

My neef/Die bruidegom
My niggie uit Engeland
Die craft biere se welkom, ontspan, geniet dit!
Magical omblik
Piekniek in die tuin terwyl trou fotos geneem word
Adanna se hande werk - Die manne met hul strikdasse, 
die dames met hul nekgoed 
en Adriana in haar shwe-shwe rokkie!
En toe sak die son...
Ouma Dinki se Trekklavier/Bertie en Alette se trou geskenk...
Onvergeetlike aand

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Man met die Koffer



n Gedig deur Berna van Zyl

Vanoggend word ek wakker.
Daar is n gehammer aan die deur.
Ek sluit die voordeur oop.
Daar staan hy
Met sy koffer in sy hand,
Gedaan...
Meneer Verlange.

Ek huiwer vir n oomblik.
Moet ek hom inlaat?
Hy het seker net soveel reg om hier te wees soos ek.
Ek nooi hom in.
“n Koppie koffie vir jou?”

Ons sit in ons nuwe sitkamer.
Ons kyk na mekaar met groot oe vol trane.
Dit is ongemaklik.
Dit is seer.

Ek verskuif my blik na sy koffer.
“Wat is in jou tas?”
Hy haal n foto uit.
Dit is ek in my ouma se rok
Op my pa se plaas –
Of eerder:
Dit was ek in my ouma se rok
Op die plaas wat my pa sin was.
Ek vra hom om asb die foto terug te vat.

Ek begin wonder...
“Het jy dalk my lapsker in daai koffer?”
Erens langs die pad,
Die groot trek,
Het ek my lapsker verloor.
Hy herriner my dat die lapsker in die boks is.
Die boks wat ek nog nie wil uitpak nie.
Die boks wat lees:
‘Lapsker, kamera, Elle, passie, talent...’
Met ander woorde
‘Verlede’.
Ek bid saggies en vra die Here:
“Asseblief hou díe boks in gedagte wanneer U my toekoms beplan.”

Ons was n oomblik stil.

Toe vra hy my oor my nuwe vriende.
“Is dit moontlik om so vinnig lief te word vir mense?
Ek het niks,
My hande is leeg en my hart is rou.
Al waavoor hulle kon lief word was die Berna van nou.”

Ek kyk na hom.
Ek sien my eie emosies in sy oe.
Ek onthou die seer van vorige vriendskappe.
Ek wil opstaan en die berge in hardloop!
Maar dit is te laat.
Hierdie mense is klaar in my hart.

“Hoe haal n mens negentien jaar in?”
Ek wil my vriende aan hom voorstel,
Met die hoop dat hulle so my verlede sal leer ken.
Maar hy sê nee.
Hy is hier,
Net vir my.
Hy sê met tyd sal hulle die negentien jaar –
Die vorige negentien jaar deur my leer ken.

Hy vra my oor die plaas.
“Dit was liefde met eerste oogopslag.
Maar ek en Breedevlei ken mekaar nog nie.
Ek moet nog baie kilometers stap,
Nog baie seisoene voel
En nog baie liters water drink
Voor ons werklik saam kan staan.”

Hy vra my oor die weer.
“Pappa se dit voel soos herfs,
Winderig en droog.
Dit is so.
My hart voel ook herfs.
Maar dit is asof my God belowe dat somer oppad is.
Want dis Oktober,
(Die mooiste mooiste maad)
Dit is nou tyd vir lente.
Die eerste lente na sewe jaar se winter.

Soos ons gesels begin die negatiwiteit weg syfer.
Ek gooi nog n bietjie soet heuning in my bitter koffie.
Hy vra nie meer vra nie.
Uit my eie uit begin ek vertel.
Hom vertel van al my nuwe ervarings...

Bloukraanvoëls,
Stap op die strand,
Wyn leer ken,
Fynbos,
Stock cars,
Afrikanse musiek,
My eie taal op die plaas,
Tennis speel,
Winde in die Overberg,
Hoofstraat geluide...

Ek sluk die laste bietjie koue koffie.
Toe ek opkyk
Met n glimlag wat nie wil los nie,
Is hy weg.
Verlange is weg.
Die koffer vol herrineringe het hy laat staan,
Asook sy vuil koffie beker.
Maar hy is weg.

Ek weet nie waarheen hy verdwyn het nie.
Weet nie of hy weer terug sal kom nie...