Come Alive Dry Bones! - Laetitia van Schalkwyk
I was grounded by my husband today. While he was busy in his study, like a teenager, I sneaked out of the house into the street in front of our complex, armed with a black refusal bag. I was out on a mission: “Mission Street garbage cleaning.” I sneaked out because I knew he would not let me clean the street without him helping me. I sneaked out because he was busy with something urgent, that needed his attention, and I did not want to distract him. And this is where he found me, half an hour later, in the street, covered in blackjack weeds (k napsek ê rel ) which took him about another half an hour to remove. In my defence, I explained: “In Mossel Bay, where I was privileged to reside for five years, certain things are not tolerated. In other words: There is a certain standard, an energy, and when you move there, and you are not accustomed to it, you lift your standard and energy to come into alliance with, to match the standard and energy of the area. It is not an eff...