Marthie Oosterman - Mostert

na jare van weg gewees, soeke en vinde, gee ek vandag die weerwoord.

soos gewoonlik is dit 'n Genisis vir my

alles gaan altyd terug na die begin

...daar waar alles begin het

alles wat ons vandag beleef, ons vrese, ons vreugdes, ons verdriet, ons verlede en vryheid dit alles het van die begin af al begin

soos altyd al, stam my verwysingsraamwerk uit die Groot Boek. Die boek wat ek beter ken as al die boeke wat ek ooit gelees, besit of geniet het

my kulturele agtergrond  (gebore in Lindley, Oranje Vrystaat, Suid Afrika) het my onlosmaakbaar maak dit verslind

vandaar dat ek vandag weer met Eva begin

dit is bloot menslik om beste uit dit wat die lewe jou voorskottel vir jou en jou nageslag te wil

toe eva daardie verleidelike vrug gepluk het, was haar bedoelling om iets beter op te skep vir haar gesin en daarom het sy dit gedeel met haar gade (i.p.v. alleen op te eet omdat sy meer ambisieus was as Adam (sien Gen.3: 17),  is seer aanduidend dat die wereld se val of staan direk afhang van die menslike aard.

uit my kindertyd weerklink die ou, ou liedjie gesing deur die suid afrikaanse popster neville whitmil "by the woman i was tempted" wat altyd bly hang in die jeugdige gange van my langtermyn geheue. Daardie idee wat alewig in ons agterkoppe krap oor die groen gras van die buurman...  it is important that you are getting my drift here!  

the garden of eden must have been in rome because all roads lead to rome hey say

by falling to temptation made all of us migrants or even refugee's when the almighty chased adams family out of his garden                                                                                                    like all refugee's they left with the bare minimum, just like all other refugee's/migrants               jfk, the 35th president of the usa once stated that all american children are decendants of parents once being migrants

exept for the koi and san tribes most of the inhabitants in the south end of africa, most of us are migrants and or refugee's from all over the globe

due to the research I did over the past 23 years regarding my ancestral migrant history i found my conection in 1 Peter 1:24 for, all flesh is grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass the grass withers and the flower falls of

ps 103:15 as for man, his days are like grass as a flower of the field , so he flourishes ; when the wind has passed over it, it is no more, and its place acknowledges it not longer

ps 90:5 -6 you have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; in the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew . in the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; toward evening it fades and withers away

ish 37:27 therefor their inhabitants were short of strength, they were dismayed and put to shame; they were as the vegetation of the field and as the green herb ; as grass on the fooftops is scorshed before it is grown up

ish 40:6-7 a voice says, "call out" ; then he answered, "what shall i call out?" all flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field; the withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass

ish 51:12 who are you to that you are afraid of man who dies and of the son of man who is made like grass

jer 1:10 and the rich man is to glory in his humoliation, because like flowering grass he will pass away

me too,  was a migrant by the turn of the century 

i migrated by the turn of the century when i changed the most gorgeous mother city of cape town for the netherlands

soon, after the white snow melted, masses of grey tumbled down, turning any thing off color into a depressing matter. the spattered  redblood from my door slammed finger was about the closeset i could get to tamper my yearnig for the bright, briliant shades of my life in africa        after endless dark nights and day's i discovered a minite little poppy between the stones that keep the dykes together.

the almighty heard my cry, had mercy on me; gifted me a flower. that god blessed day i was lying on the dyke for hours, trying to capture the life of this fragile little flower. i found myself in her because i picked her after her catwalk shoot and she was near death when we arived home. in a waterless vase she died off, just like i did...

but inside ourselves we carried the seed of life which brings me to the point: inside the/that seed lies a multitude in options... 

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