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Om te wag

Kerfeestyd is wagtyd… Wag verg geloof… Om te wag is ‘n frustrasie… Wag verg aanhou wag…

Waarop moet ons bly wag?

  • Wag dat Jesus al hoe meer ‘n werklikheid in ons lewe sal word
  • Wag op al God se beloftes
  • Wag op antwoorde op ons gebede
  • Wag dat Jesus weer sal kom om alles nuut te maak.

Moenie dat twyfel jou laat ophou wag nie. Moenie moedeloos word nie.

Wel dis wat die Dominee gepreek het tydens die eerste Advent Sondag. “Easier said than done”…

Ek kan nie wag nie.

As ek wegneemetes bestel, dan vra ek altyd hoe lank dit gaan vat. As hul sê dit gaan 10 minute vat, dan krap daai laaste 3 minute, want 7 minute sou mos nou goeie diens gewees het!

As ek gaan inkopies doen en die rye is te lank, dan is ek een van daai wat die waentjie in die rak los en uitstap.

As ek ‘n afspraak het vir 7 uur, dan staan ek op etiket se 15 minute speeltyd. Daar is nie ‘n manier wat ek ‘n halfuur voor die tyd al daar gaan wees nie.

Ek het vir manlief ‘n paar ingevoerde tjoklits in die week gekoop om hom mee te verras op Kersdag… of altans dit was my voornemens. Maar ek was so bly dat ek dit gekry het, dat ek dit vir hom gegee met die intrapslag en sommer dadelik ‘n paar gehelp proe het ook.

Ek glo daarin om die oomblik waarin ek is, ten volle te geniet. Min goed kan my aanjaag, behalwe natuurlik om te reis. Ons het nog nooit ‘n vlug verpas nie, want die opwinding is gewoonlik te groot. En dis ook die enigste keer wat ons al lank vooruit, tot op die fynste besondhede beplan en betyds is.

Maar ai, om te wag, is nie ‘n maklike ding vir my nie. En nou tik die Dominee my nog oor die vingers ook…

Sê my dan ten minste net hoe lank ek gaan moet wag…

Die ander kant van “om te wag” is die eind resultaat wat daai wag, die moeite werd maak.

Kindertjies kan gewoonlik nie wag vir Kersfees om daai persent oop te maak nie. Die wag laat hul wonder oor wat hul gaan kry. Wonder of hul soet was om dit te verdien. Skud skelm aan die boks onder die boom, in die hoop dat hul kan raai wat dit is. Die afwagting is deel van die opwinding…

So wat doen ons terwyl ons wag? (Op antwoorde, op gebede en op Jesus)

Gryp ons na dinge wat ons nie eintlik wil hê nie? Gee ons moed op? Hou ons op bid? Hou ons op wag?

Moenie dat twyfel jou laat ophou wag nie. Moenie moedeloos word nie.

Wag met opwinding!

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Om wakker te word

My gunsteling tyd van die jaar was altyd lente, maar vandat ons kus toe getrek het, verkies ek somer.

Ek is mal oor die langer dae, die son wat vroeg in die oggend opkom, die voëltjies wat sing, die golwe wat breek en die vars lug. Ek staan sommer op met ‘n huppel in my stap.

Gewoonlik word ek dan wakker sonder ‘n alarm wat raas en voor die bassetse babas wil uit. Ek sit my pot boeretroos aan en gaan draf ‘n entjie. Ek voel sommer lus vir die dag! Carpe diem! Na my draf geniet ek ‘n warm roosterbroodjie en my koppie koffie, terwyl ek my dagstukkie lees. DIS mos nou hoe elke dag moet begin! Met ‘n lus vir die lewe.

Die jaar reën of storm dit elke dag. Dit is al begin Desember en ek het nog nie een keer die seisoen geswem nie. My Ma het altyd gesê, dat ons na die eerste reën van die seisoen mag swem, want in Limpopo is die weer voorspelling vir reën bietjie skraal. Maar hier sou ons al in Augustus kon inspring… o nee wag… ons kan maar heeljaar swem… in die reën…

Ek weet ek kla nou met die witbrood onder die arm, want die klomp binnelanders droom van reën. Hulle het al vergeet hoe natgrond ruik en sien net stofstorms.

Stofstorm op Coligny (foto krediet aan my Tante)

Ek voel sommer hoe mismoedige Desember aan my kleef. Ons het ekstra hard gewerk in November om seker te maak almal kan afkry in Desember. Wel almal behalwe ons, want Desember op die kus is skeptyd en ons het mos ons beurt vir galavant gehad. Dis warm en bedompig en drukkend en bewolk en storm en wind en weerlig en alles behalwe strandweer. Pannekoek loop omtrent al by ons ore uit.

Teen volgende week behoort die kus uit sy nate te bars met al die vaalies wat afkom see toe, so dan behoort dit seker “mooi weer en warm” te wees.

Dalk moet ek binneland toe vlug, om te gaan kyk hoe die son en sweet van ons land lyk, om die nat, groen kus weer te waardeer. Dalk moet ek net ophou kla en dankbaar wees vir wat ek het. As jy jou seëninge begin tel, besef jy gou dat jy eintlik niks kort nie en eintlik niks het om oor te kla nie!

Dankbaar vir:

  • Ons pragtige groen omgewing
  • Ons ryk natuurlewe met die walvisse wat in die verte baljaar, die loerie wat skuil in die palm, die duiker op my voorstoep en die apie op die muur.
  • Vir die voorreg om te kon opstaan vanoggend, vir die asem wat ek nog uitblaas en vir gesondheid.
  • Vir ‘n werk, waar ek my kamtig kan afsloof.
  • Vir ‘n dak oor ons kop, ‘n brood in die mond en ‘n bersie om mee te slaap.
  • Vir wonderlike vriende en familie, wat ons lewe verryk.
  • Vir die voorreg om die wêreld te kan sien.
  • Natuurlik vir my bassetse babas.
  • My beste vriend en eggenoot.
  • Vir ons Almagtige Vader, waarsonder al die ander dankbaarhede nie sou wees nie.

En natuurlik…. OM WAKKER TE WORD.

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Om 18 te word

Sjoe, kan ek nog onthou hoe dit voel? Uiteindelik is jy oud genoeg, om alles wettig te doen, wat jy al onwettig doen, vandat jy 16 is… wel dit was die geval vir my.

Oud genoeg om te drink. Oud genoeg om te bestuur. Oud genoeg om te maak en breek soos wat jy lus het. En ook oud genoeg om die gevolge daarvoor te dra.

Voorheen was dit net nodig vir ‘n waarskuwende kyk van die paplepel se kant af, maar nou word die lepel ook opgegradeer na die koekspan toe, terwyl jy die wêreld gaan verken en jou eie pad vind.

Om 18 te wees is ‘n baie lekker tyd in jou lewe. Jy word wild uit die nes geskop, want kyk nou is jy mos mooi groot en slim en vol inligting gestop van hoe om te oorleef. Aan die begin is jy vrek opgewonde en spring half sommer self uit, voor die stewel jou agterhoedvere tref. En jy fladder en skop verwoed om te vlieg en jou eie rigting in te slaan. Ons word aangepor om op te kyk na bo, want vanwaar sal jou hulp tog kom.

Intussen sit Ma en Pa op hul knieë, in hul leë nessie en hoop jy kan voel hoe dit voel om te sweef, hoe om jou eerste wurmpie te vang, hoe jou hart klop as jy jou eerste duifie kom voorstel en hoe trots jy jou eie nessie kan bou.

Die fondasie is van kleins af diep in jou gelê. Jy weet wat is reg en verkeerd. Jy hoor die sêgoed soos “waar ‘n wil is, is ‘n weg” en “wie nie waag nie, wen nie”.

Die opwinding om 18 te word is daar, want dis ‘n groot geleentheid, ‘n groot verantwoordelikheid en as jy nie so braaf was nie, sou jy bietjie bang gewees het.

My Ma se wyse woorde was min, want sy moes konsentreer om die paplepel vas te hou, terwyl sy aan die fondasie werk, maar sy’t gesê: “Jy kan dit doen!” (Sy was reg) En “as jy kan lees en skryf sal jy ok wees

My Pa het altyd gesê: “As jy doen waarvan jy hou, sal jy nooit een dag in jou lewe werk nie“, maar Sy raad wat ek die meeste ter harte geneem het was “LIVE YOUR DREAM!”

Sprei jou vlerke, fokus as jy duik en kom op om te sweef! En as jy ‘n blaaskans nodig het of jou vere wil regskud, is daar altyd ‘n warm nessie vol paplepelkoekies by die huis.

CARPE DIEM “Gryp die dag”

Opgedra aan Leonardo se eerste vlug.

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Horseshoe bend, Lower Antelope Canyon and Monument Valley

Off we go again. So much to do and so little time. After our slow evening jog at Bryce Canyon, we had to catch up on some sleep, before tackling the road to Horseshoe bend, Lower Antelope Canyon and Monument Valley.

It’s a bit of a stretch to the first stop and we had to be at Antelope Canyon at 10:30. This changing of time as we cross borders, had our minds working over time. From Las Vegas to Bryce & Zion Canyon was +1 hour, Zion to Antelope was -1, Antelope to Monument Valley +1 and then the Grand Canyon -1.

The scenery kept changing again along the way. We saw a few red Indian tents, where you can stay over night. We’ll keep that in mind for next time.

We crossed the Colorado river at the Glen Canyon Dam and then Horsehoe Bend was just around the corner. We were pressed for time and were not sure if we would make it for Antelope Canyon. We booked with Ken’s Tours and if you are not on time, then you have to wait untill a spot opens up with a next tour.

We suffer a bit from FOMO, so we jumped out of the car and ran all the way. In the parking lot, we thought it would just be a quick 200m to the top, but spoiler alert, it wasn’t. Now we were too close to miss out, so we ran down the sandy slope (600m) to take 3 pics. Been there, done that, touched it, took a selfie, and then we realized we had to run all the way back again.

Lower Antelope Canyon is only 12km away, but it feels further when you’re late. So we rushed to check-in at the counter, but there was a queue. We were late! When it was finally our turn, the lady told us that she liked it when people came early… we never set our clock back… What a relief

Note that this is a Navajo Tribal Park, so our America the beautiful card were not accepted here.

With all the excitement and running around, I needed a loo before our next adventure. I didn’t realize that my next adventure would be the loo… Lower Antelope Canyon is in the middle of nowhere, so I should’ve known that there wouldn’t be any water. I’m trying to think when last I saw or used a long drop. I think it was around 1993 near Baberton, South Africa. There was no toilet paper, no water to wash your hands, you could not hear your business fall, but you could smell what the previous, daring did. But we are from the bush, so we are always prepared for the bush.

We sat outside and shared an apple, banana and a bottle of water. No bags are allowed on the tour, so we left everything in the car, except the camera, phone and a bottle of water each. We met up with our guide, who seemed very strict on their rules. Something must’ve happened previously. You are not allowed to take any photos while you are on the stairs, going into the Canyon.

OMGosh!!! What a beautiful, unusual, masterpiece! We truly serve an amazing God! It is just too beautiful! I took about 100 photos just on my phone.

Apparently the most expensive photo ever sold,was taken in Lower Antelope Canyon, by Peter Lik (Phantom photo sold for $6.5 million)

Our guide, also took a few nice photos for us. He clearly knew where to stand and how to make the rest of the crowd disappear. It was packed! Every tour guide had about 20 people in their group and I think there were about 4 groups that we could see as we moved through the Canyon.

All I can say is that it was BEAUTIFUL! The colours kept changing as the sunlight started to come in.

The tour took about 2 hours, before we were on the road again to Monument Valley.

After each Canyon, I thought that now I’ve seen it all…

We stopped for lunch in Kayenta. It’s a small, dry little town. I had to have TacoBell (no tacos in RSA) and hubby opted for a burger at Sonic. This was a different setup. Each car parks in their own spot, orders, pays and then someone brings your order to your spot.

And off we went again, straight past Monument Valley for a quick pic at Forrest Gumps’ famous turn point. We cant be so close and miss it.

In the back you can see Monument Valley, just like in the movies.

Monument Valley is also a Navajo Tribal park, so you have to pay cash on arrival ($20 per car). There is an option for a guided tour, but we opted to drive ourselves. The map is clear and easy to follow. It also pointed out each Butte.

Buttes: an isolated hill with steep sides and a flat top (according to the dictionary)

With a bit of imagination, you can pretend to be in the real wild wild west. O no wait, there is even a red Indian on a horse…

You have to pay $5 (if I remember correctly) to take a photo on the horse. This guy was quite rude and even bumped people with his horse out of his way. This was really a let down. I understand that we are in their territory, but we paid for the experience, so I feel that they should be a bit more accommodating. He was way to arrogant and cocky to get money from us. Instead I rode my own horse, gangnam style at the John Ford’s lookout:

We spent about 2 to 3 hours driving around. It is a bumpy, sandy, gravel road, so I wouldn’t recommend a small or low vehicle.

There were 11 points to look out for and they were clearly indicated on the map. Look out for The Mittens and Merricks Butte at the entrance, Elephant Butte (you cannot miss it), Three sisters, John Fords Point (horse riding and a few crafts), Camel Butte and The Hub.

Left you can see the Totem Pole, aswell as Yei Bei Chei. Then look out for Sands Spring.

At Artist’s Point, we didn’t see a red Indian, but rather an orange eagle. And then the last two points are North Window and the Thumb.

At the curio shop and visitors centre, you can buy these freaky, little, handmade Katsina dolls. We found a cosy spot amongst all the fancy photographers with their tripods and waited for the sun to set…

It was a long, exciting, hot day and we were happy that we saw everything that we planned to see. We were thirsty, hungry and tired but happy and content. We drove back to Kayenta for Burger King and something sweet to end the day with.

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Bryce Canyon

It just keeps getting better and better. How can so many different canyons be so amazing in their own way!

On our way to Bryce Canyon, we had to travel through Zion again. It’s a real crinkly road up the mountain, with vultures circling high up in te air.

We planned to stop at the Zion Outlook, but parking was very limited. We didn’t want to miss out, so we literally parked next to the road and took a brisk walk up the mountain. It was a fun rocky trial, that went past way too quickly.

The view was worth it!

Along the way, we had to jump out for a quick pic at the Checkerboard Mesa.

We saw a few desert bighorns hiding under the trees in the dry river bed. It was blazing hot! Do not forget your water, hat and sun block.

After about 140km from Zion to Bryce, we quickly dropped our bags and checked-in at Quality Inn on US89, before we explored Bryce. Entrance fee into the park would’ve been $35, but we used our America the Beautiful card again.

We were lucky to find parking, inside the park this time and then opted for the shuttle, instead of driving ourselves. There is a small Museum at the Visitors Center and a curios shop, where we picked up our magnet and keychain collection.

We opted for the shuttle bus again. It is so convenient to just jump on and off without worrying about parking.

The first stop, Bryce point, was something totally different. Hubby planned the trip, so I rarely know what to expect. Thanks to the visitors centre, I knew what a hoodoo was, but I still didn’t expect this.

Bryce point is the highest elevation at 8300. Our next stop was Inspiration point and then Sunset point. We decided to take on the Navajo Trail, which is only 2.2km long. The trail goes down into Bryce Amphitheater, where you can walk through Wall Street, see Two Bridges and Thor’s hammer.

It looks like more than just a moderate trail as it goes down quite steep. We overheard a few people saying that it’s better to hike the loop clockwise. It looked daunting, but we had so much fun along the route, that we never even felt the 2.2km or the steep hills.

The trail goes down zigzag and it is much cooler once the hoodoos block out the sun.

At this point, you can combine this trail with the Queens Garden Trail to have more variety.

It’s difficult to capture the size of the hoodoos on camera.

Uphill wasn’t as bad as we thought, maybe because we took a lot of funny pics along the way

After our trail, we dilly dally around from Sunset Point to Sunrise Point, while waiting for the sun to set.

Apparently it’s beautiful to look at the stars from here. While we were waiting for the sun to set… we heard a strange sound in the distance… almost like a shuttle bus leaving us behind… we got so carried away, that we never thought to check the shuttle schedule:

We never roam our phones, so we couldn’t even Google what to do or where to go. Anna (our GPS) was still working and we could figure out where we parked. We carried a torch with us, after our Cypress Hill experience. So we strapped our backpack, packed away our cameras and took a slow 1.6mile jog to the car, hoping that the mountain lions didnt think of us as prey.

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Om iets te bêre

Een van my en manlief se grootste misverstande, gaan oor “om iets te bêre” en die enigste persoon wat dit verstaan, is natuurlik my Skoonma…

Ek maak vanoggend die yskas oop en daar staar dieselfde piesangbrood, van 4 maande, terug my reguit in die oë.

Ons het so paar piesangbome in die tuin. Elke jaar pluk ons ‘n tros (so 90 piesangs) en kyk hoeveel verskillende broodresepte ons kan maak. Dit loop naderhand by ons ore uit. So die laaste een is gewoonlik die wenresep en dan ook die laaste brood wat manlief gaan sien, tot volgende seisoen.

Die jaar het ons vrinne oorgehad toe ek die laaste baksel uit die oond haal. Manlief het my net een kyk gegee, toe weet ek dat ek so paar snye vir hom eenkant moet hou. Na 11jaar+ van getroude lewe, het ek geweet ek skiet myself in die voet.

Week 1 het hy sy eie broodjie verorber, maar daar was net te veel. So die laaste paar snye word van die yskas na die vrieskas geskuif, waar dit weekliks vir my gluur. Ek tik elke week vir manlief oor die vingers, want ek verpes dit as iets weggegooi of gemors word. Veral as iemand anders dit kon geniet. Ek deel veel eerder uit as wat ek weggooi, vandaar ook my kleintjie-dood oor recycle

Maklikste piesangbroodjie OOIT:

1 blikkie kondensmelk

6 piesangs

1 pakkie bruismeel

Meng alles saam, druk in oond op 180°C en viola

Ek gooi dit sommer in muffin panne, dan is dit net reg vir ons kosblik. En dan natuurlik nog ‘n baksel vir ‘n lekker brosbroodjie.

So na al my geklaery, skuif die broodjie toe nou weer terug van die vrieskas na die yskas. En ek kan nie help om na my ander voet te kyk, voor hy ook ‘n koeëltjie kry nie. Dit was twee weke terug. Die broodjie is al 5 maande oud! Manlief het eergisteraand, na nog ‘n geklaery, een droeë, harde, stukkie “hemelse” piesangbroodjie afgewurg net om my stil te kry. En daar staan dit weer.

Ek hoop eks voor hom tuis om van dit ontslae te raak. Ek wonder hoe lank dit hom gaan vat voor hy agterkom dat ek dit weggegooi het. Ek wonder hoe lank ons oor dit gaan stry, want hy sou dit mos nog eet.

Manlief is meer spaarsamig. Hy bêre dinge vir spesiale geleenthede. Hy onthou die fynere besondehede en waardeer die klein dingetjies in die lewe. Op ‘n tyd het ons ‘n 3 maande vervaldatum op al sy lekkers gesit. Dit het my toestemming gegee om myself te help, maar deesdae is 3 dae die limiet.

Ons elkeen het ons eie geite en maniertjies, maar ek is meer van ‘n carpe diem tipe mens. Ek bêre niks. Ek deel my laaste happie. Ek gebruik my spesiale parfuum. Ek dra my mooi rok. Ek drink my lekker, ingevoerde koffie. Want as vandag my laaste dag was, dan het ek dit voluit geleef en geniet!

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Zion Canyon

Exploring the canyons. Everybody heard of the Grand Canyon before, but we decided to work our way up to it.

First stop was Zion Canyon. Again, I have to applaud the well organized American way, they just know how… As we approach the park, we could hear all the latest updates on the local radio station, informing us on where to park in Springdale, as there was no more parking available in the park. We stopped at Sol Foods to stock up on supplies for a late picnic lunch and a nice cup of coffee.

Springdale is a lovely small little town, with Zion bus stops every mile or so. There’s a free shuttle to the park but parking in town ($10) is clearly what keeps them afloat.

Don’t think that the shuttle will wait for you when they see you running towards them. If you were not waiting when they stopped, then you’ll have to just wait for the next shuttle. (It takes about 10 minutes)

We purchased the America the beautiful park card ($80), which allows 1 car & 4 people into most National parks. We were still planning to drive through Zion the next day and visit the Grand Canyon, so it worked out cheaper to get this card.

As we did not have a whole day to hike through Zion (it is advisable to plan for at least one full day) we started at the end of the route, Temple of Sinawa.

We hiked for 3km and then walked a small distance into the water towards The Narrows. It is really something else to see people cross a river carefree and trying to find their feet. Hubby dared barefoot, but I opted for my NewBalance offroad tekkies. If you go unprepared, you can rent walking gear, like sticks and fancy boots, at the entrance gate.

We counted about 20 squirrel beggers just at this point. You are not allowed to feed them and the fine is quite steep, if you get caught, but you always get those “bright sparks” that “know better”

We skipped Big Bend and stopped at the Weeping rock. This was a short hike. I think about 500m straight up. We didnt have time to rush to the observation point, aswell.

We skipped the Grotto and jumped off at Zion Lodge on our way to the Upper Emerald pools. We saw an elk grazing close on the trail and made friends with fellow admirers of nature. (They actually recognized my South African accent) Unfortunately there was an unexpected rainstorm the previous week, that caused a big rock to fall over the trail, so we could not explore much further. Angels landing was also closed off due to the rock.

So we loitered back to the shuttle and jumped off at the Museum. Their is a short movie, small museum, curio shop and a water refill station. We then went down to look for a perfect sunset spot next to the river. People were swimming in the river and loafed around, you just need a picnic basket to make this the perfect setting.

I think this was a good start to our canyon hiking trails.