Wisdom

An old cherokee tale tells of a grandfather teaching life principles to his grandson.

The wise old cherokee said: " Son, on the inside of every person a battle is raging between two wolves. One wolf is evil; it is angry, jealous, proud, lazy and unforgiving. The other wolf is good; it is filled with love, kindness, humility and self control. These two wolves are constantly fighting, " the grandfather said.

The little boy thought about it, and said, " Grandfather, which wolf is going to win?"

The grandfather smiled and said: " Whichever one you feed."

Bourg en Bresse

WORLD PEACE DAY

Everyone should take a moment today, and angry wives, put down them knives:

Die dag is in 2007 deur die VN gestig, een dag se stilte, een dag se rus. Vir jou siel en ander.

There should be a ceasefire in the war torn countries, any violence should be stopped on this day.

An informal understanding between opposing forces.

Maybe then this day could be used to do good. To bring food to the hungry, shelter to the homeless, an aid to a need.

We have a day for love, a day for mothers and fathers, and day of Reconciliation and a day for Heritage. A day for bunnies, and a day for Santa...

I know what you must be thinking, what change will one day bring?

But thats how it starts.

With one day.

Player 23 has nothing on Oyonnax!

When a day like this starts, you wake up with 'that' feeling in your stomach. The trumpet rehearsel hits your ears hours before reality does. 'That' feeling reminds you that today will be a day that greatness takes human form... or at least a french party will. Entering the stadium, seeing the ocean of faces, donned in rouge and noir, trumpets now booming...it really does take your breath away.

Even though no one will know the outcome of this power struggle, everyone sits motionless, totally devoted to their soul purpose: To enjoy, whether it's the music; the food and drink, but certainly the rugby too!

And Oyonnax walks off with the win 13 to Narbonne's 6! 

Le lac de Nantua

Twintig minute links uit Oyonnax le hierdie meer, omring deur hoe berge aan alle kante. Hier onder is n memorial statue van die tweede wereld oorlog. Op die is honderde fraanse name gegrafeer. Ek weet nie of mens kan sien op die foto nie, maar onder die blok in die gat le n mens vorm. Laat my dink aan die swaar lot wat al die dooies moet dra. Maar die skoonheid om my laat  daardie donker gedagte wegraak, net vir n rukkie in elkgeval.

Twinkle toes...

R O A R !!!

Every road travelled is a  dream lived.

But not every road you travel will bring you smiles nor frowns.

It can only bring you closer to where you want to be.

So every road you travel, make it worthwhile

'Cause it is what it is, not vain or shallow.

You're brave and proud just like a lion.

So Roar in your heart at the unknown predator.

It can only consume you or set you free.

The story goes like this:

Put on your beautiful mane and BRULL! 

If you don't, you become the fearful.

Panic-stricken and bewildered, 

hunted by the ambitions of the fearless.

Get into the ring,

life is short lived.

Smile, breath, think and Be

You are the Lion!

Middel van die week Sondag uitstappie

What we learned today? Moenie die wilde mossies onderskat nie. Don't drop your food in Geneve!

Hamburger...en chips

Grass looks greener on the other side.

Om die draai, net so groot katspoegie van Oyonnax af, le hierdie asemrowende plas water, rather call it a lake Rudi says. Ok om die draai kry jy die lake. A lake that transforms into a natural ice rink during the winter. 

Lake Geneve

Die zoom-zoom-zoom in my ore

Dis verby! Dankie tog se Mr. en Mev. Bene, "so lank sit is goor." 

"Ag wat kla julle ou stokkies, ek is omtrent op ontplof stadium, al daai OH-SO-Yummy rolletjies wat Hande nie wil uitlos nie," sug Mr.die Maag. Maar nie een van die Katinka-dele kan Mej. Hart se gevoel wen nie. Hulle staar in wonder. 'n Dikvellige klankie kom van onder af: "I wouldnt wear a smile like that, Miss. Heart, what if you skip a beat or something?" grom Mrs. Heels, "everyone knows I did most of the work anyway."

Maar niks van die krampe en kneuse keer Mej. Hart nie, want die hart wil he wat die hart wil he,en niemand gan haar keer nie. 

Die tasse rol om en om op die rolbelt. "Daars hy," se die tweeling Oogie, "vat hom, die blou een."

" Ja ek sien hom... daarsy, het hom! yippee!" se Hande terwyl hy steunend en kreunend die tas van die belt afrol.

Die deure swaai oop. Die tweeling Oogie spring van links tot regs, op en af: "waar kruip hy weg?"

Maar Mej. Hart glimlag en begin so ritmies klop, doef doef doef, al vinniger en vinniger, dat Mr. die Maag se asem wegslaan. Toe raak almal stil, tjoep stil. 

Tweeling Oogie begin vladder want hulle sien nou wat die Hart sulke blykskap bring.

En skielik ten midde die stilte, fluister Mej Hart: "Ek het jou gemis my hartlief."