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ek vertel maar net my storie, in eenvoudige taal STAP SAAM DEUR MY LEWEhardloop saam met my woorde

ek wou dans
ek wou sing
ek wou perform, toe word die wereld my verhoog en ek word die hoofspeler in my eie verhaal.
weskus het in my kom kruip, griekeland het my geleer en New York het my oe nuwe sien laat sien.
Lees my stories, gedigte en gedagtes, dan hardloop ons saam, die horison in, die see in en die wereld in ©stanley cierenberg
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as jy nie die stories kry nie, kliek op arikaans by ‘pages’ daar broei die wonderlikste dinge uit
this is the story about how Christine, a French girl living in South Africa, got to meet Stanley:
about 10 years ago I was attending gym classes , Stanley was our instructor…and those were my favourite classes, because we were not just doing movements there, we were dancing, and we were laughing and we were bouncing around full of energy, though not high impact though, Stanley knows his work very well I was able not only to exercise through it all but my body grew stronger without ever hurting…and Stanley was full of bounce and laughs, a permanent smile on his face from the time in entered the room, tising us older ladies about the flab falling off our body …and it was awesome to have such a fun time training and laugh at ourselves and be on the receiving end of this high energy throughout the hour….at that point I was just another face in the class for Stanley, but our Father in Heaven had a plan….one morning as I started the class I heard HIs voice telling me: “Tell Stanley that I love him…” I discarded it as a silly thought and carried on…but through out the class the Voice would say at regular intervals ” Tell Stanley that I love him” and then when the class stopped, my heart was pounding, but it was not only the exercise but also anxiety building up inside of me: I can’t tell Stanley that, he’ll think I’m crazy…in fact I must be crazy to hear voices like this… like Joan of Arc…! I am crazy, forget about it and go home….and so I did….I got home…but could not get on with my day as the Voice would continue to say to me, gently, but persistently: “Tell Stanley I love him” and I soon realised that I would not be able to carry on that day till I had delivered the message…so I returned to the gym deternined to tell Stanley, though I was certain to make a fool of myself in the process….I felt like someone about to bunjie jump off a bridge: I knew I would not die really, just die of embarrassment perhaps….I was so scared! Why was God putting me through this ordeall!!!??? but as I drove back to the gym, so the voice would continue to remind me of my quest: “Tell Stanley I love him…” so gentle a Voice, so soft, so tender, so loving…so I pick up the courage to deliver the message, only as I got there Stanley had left…..oh well, I thought, I did my bit, he’s gone, it will be another day then….I was releived…but the Voice kept on, and again I realised that if I wanted to get my day done, I would have to deliver this message today, one way or another ….so I asked for his phone number and called him
“Hello ….is this Stanley?”
“yes…who is this?”
my name is Christine…you do not know me really, but I come to your classes regularly…”
Oh…that’s nice….”
“so ….hummm…I am calling you today…..hummmm because God told me to tell you that He loves you…”
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(big silence)
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(long silence)
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( now I did not know what else to say!…so I was waiting for Stanley to talk…the silence was pregnant with twins….then he finally spoke)
“Oh………..Thank you……………..I never had a phone call like that before……..”
“Well Stanley, to make you fell better, let me share this with you: I never made a phone call like this before.!…….”
“Well…..thank you…….hummm….who are you? What is your name again?”
“Christine…well, I had to deliver the message and it’s done now so….good bye , have a nice day….”
“Will you be coming to class again?”
“yes! I love your classes! I would not miss them for anything!”
“Then please come and talk to me afterwards and we can have a cup of coffee, I would like to see who you are….”
“OK, see you then”
and so the following week we met and then Stanley shared with me a bit about who he was, how he grew up going to an Afrikaans church and when he was a little boy, God was very close to him and how a minister had once prophesied over him when is was little yet he remembered, and he shared the scripture with me in the book of Isaiah that says ” they that rest upon the Lord, shall renew their strength, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not grow faint…”
we met again a few times after classes until Stanley left to go and work on the ship and we kept in touch for a while, Stanley sent me a postcard from Tuscany telling me how much he loved things there, the country side and also the medditereanean coast with there white houses with the blue roof and how it was his dream now to one day live in such a home, white with a blue roof and by the sea….through emails we kept contact until eventually we lost touch after about a year…..every now and then in my prayer times I could sense the Spirit of God reminding me about Stanley and how I needed to pray for him….so I did….years had gone past now, I had moved out of Edenvale, and was leaving in Buccleuch since I got married, I had stopped going to gym in Edenvale and was now attending classes at the brand new gym in Rivonia….and then last year in November, I remember clearly how the Spirit of God would have me pray now for Stanley almost on a daily basis, praying for protection over him…..and then at the gym one day I asked for a time table, in search for a new class….and I saw :Friday, Pilates, with Stanley…..I thought…could this be Stanley? The Stanley that God loves so? …no… it can’t be… last time I had heard from him he was living in Cape Town, ….and if he was in JHb he would be on Kempton Park side ….surely….could it be him? No… definetly not, not doing a Pilates class, it cannot be him, this is too tame a class for Stanley….but ….it is a class that suits me so I will come on Friday and who knows… may be it is Stanley…..could it be?
and so it was…..by Divine appointment we reconnected…..we had coffee….and then he told me that he was leaving again in the following week to work on a ship and that the next day he would be running his very class class in JHB…..oh yes, it was a divine appointment indeed, with divine timing….we communicated via email regurlarly, and it is at that time that Stanley was able, with God’s help, to reconnect with his true personality and the beautiful sensitive artist that he is….but woven in there I saw something else…when I had met Stanely again at that Pilates class, first I barely recongnised him, he had changed so much! Gone where the laughs and the care free bounces, instead there was a dark black cloud hanging over him like a sword that was about to slaughter him….depression….despair……and God spoke to me again…He said that Stanley was at a cross road now and he had to make a choice….I remembered the scripture in Deuteronomy that says: “behold I lay before you today, blessing and curses, life and death, therefore chose life….”
Chose life Stanley! Turn back and chose life! God loves you and He is calling you back! walk with Him, rest upon HIm and he will cause you to rise like the eagle…..
….and so Stanley did, Stanley chose life, chose to rise like an eagle. During those times, the battle over him was fierce….the dark forces would not leave without a fight….evil had a grip and would not let him go, but Jesus had an even stronger grip and Stanley kept his eyes on him and walked on the stormy sea even as Peter did….well done Stanley! Out went the false Stanley, and in rose the true Stanley: a mighty man of war and of valour…..I saw that strenth in the very first painting he did on the ship which he gave away to a friend….Stanley emailed it to me and I could see: gone was the darkness and in it’s place there was light, there was life there was freedom and there was very high life giving energy…..what an awesome journey it has been and how privileged I am to have been able to walk along Stanley in his journey back to his true self, back to be what His Father had created him to be….again I say well done Stanley, I know how hard it is and what courage it took but you did it, and now I wish you all the very best success in all your endeavours. Mighty man of war and of valour, that ‘s who you are and God loves you….
And all the stories you write… they seem so intriguing and I want to know what they tell….so here is my new quest : I have to learn Afrikaans ………and so I will! 🙂
My maggies Stanley! Die website is fenomenaal! Jy is so kunstig en talentvol, jy gan nog al dié gepubliseer kry ek sê jou!
Jy skryf baie mooi en eerlik. Dis verfrissend.
Ek sien uit om die res van jou ‘webtuiste’ te lees!
Christiaan
hey christian. baie dankie. dis so nice van jou om sulke dinge te se.
hou my dop. ek gaan nog groot boeke skryf, en dik boeke
dankie vir die wonderlike comments. dis so nice om te weet mense lees hier rond.
Hi Stanley
Nice. Ek lees tog te lekker. My webwerf is nou klaar …. https://www.philadelphiapottery.co.za. Kom loer in. Hoop jy drink n koppie koffie uit jou eie geverfde koppies, terwyl jy skryf.
ferdi. lekker om van jou te hoor.
dankie dat jy lees. ek gaan deffinitief inloer by jou potteyr site……daar kom nog ‘n storie, fotos en klomp dinge op my blog van die mees fantastiese plek in philidelphia……..
Stanley, ek en ons suster Hester weet al lankal jy is so talentvol! Die ander het dit nooit besef nie!,,,,,Kunsmaat, Kunssiel, Ou siel vol kuns! Jy is ryk, jy is skatryk!! Lief jou!
dit is die mooiste woorde wat ek nog gehoor het. ek sal nooit hierdie briefie van jou kan delete nie…..dankie vir die mooi dinge en dankie dat jy die wonderlikste vriendin is…..jy en jou familie.
Liewe Stanley
Ek het die naweek wat verby is jou ma in Jacobsdal gesien met oupa se begrafnis. Sy vertel my toe van jou oulike plekke by Hondeklipbaai. Ek wil vir jou foto`s stuur van handwerk wat ek maak en wil jou vra of jy dit dalk daar sal kan verkoop. Dit is vatlappe met `n tikkie humor!!. Stuur vir my jou emailadres dan email ek vir jou die foto`s van die goedjies wat ek maak. Jy het `n vreeslike oulike plekkie. Ek en oom Kobus sal graag eendag daar by jou plekkie wil kom oorslaap.
Lekker dag.
Groete
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- dit reent in die klein karoo
- 3 anker baai foto
- artwork
- boodskapper
- boom, bomer, boomstes
- bos vol kleure
- by die haberdashery
- Christine.
- daar was ‘n tyd
- dag vir dag – lees dit
- die enigma bekyk blomme
- die voel en die kat
- die vrou met die Knee Heights.
- dimpel
- dis waar alles gebeur.
- dood van ‘n kat
- draad trekker tjie
- drie anker baai (vir ingrid)
- enigma-baai
- frikkidelle en fairylights
- fromm(e)ol
- gedig van walter rinder
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- God calling
- hardloop saam met my woorde
- hondeklipbaai.
- ingrid se begrafnis
- jacobsbaai
- jacobsbaai en my grond-kooi
- julle het net mekaar-moenie die kokkon breek nie
- karoopad
- kasteel in die lug
- liggies van bo gesien
- loer
- mense oor my
- moenie dit doen nie
- musiek bring mense bymekaar
- my huis (‘n moet lees)
- nommers
- ouma meelblom en die elastoplast
- peggy in parys
- Roma en Irma se gesprek
- skoenriem
- song vir pa.
- sproete op my rug
- stap sonner my skoene
- stap vir stap – nader
- stilte, stilte, stilte, stile
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- Vandag ‘n tribute vir pa. liewe pa. ….en toe kom Desember tyd en ons gaan vakansie hou met die stasie wa. (volkswage natuurlik). Die beste tyd in my lewe en ek wil vir julle die storie vertel: ons is nog nie eens by Bethlehem verby, dan sê ek dat ek al die see ruik. “Jy verbeel jou. Die see is nog ver”het pa gesê. “Hoe ver?” wou ek weet. “baie ver” sou hy dan sê. Man van min woorde, maar tog waas daar ‘n konneksie tussen ons. Pa se geliefde storie was toe ons in Durban aankom, en die bagasie word afgelaai en in die ‘lift’val die vrugte koek toe in stukke wat ma vir maande aaneen genurse het en voorberei het. “Mamma gaan so kwaad wees”het pa gesê “Wat gaan ons doen?”het hy gevra? “Dis maklik. Ons plak hom net weer aanmekaar vas.”het ek gesê. Pa het dan gelag. Dit was pa se geliefde storie om te vertel. Nog ‘n geliefde storie….. Ek was altyd lui om te stap. Ons het gewoonlik lang engte gaan stap. Dan het ek na ‘n rukkie met my vingers geklap, voor Pa gaan staan en gesê – op op op. Pa moes my dan op sy skouers tel en so stap totdat sy arme rug dit nie meer kon uitstaan nie. Pa was lief daarvoor om ons te vermaak….met klein simple dinge, maar tog was dit vir my altyd snaaks. Ek het altyd uit my maag uit gelag. Hy wou die Riksha’s in Durban se vere aan die brand steek met ‘n ‘vieriekie” …hy het nie van vuurhoutjies gepraat nie. Soms het Pa in die middel van die pad gaan lê….dan het ek geskree van plesier, want dit was tog so gevaarlik, maar dit het van Pa die grootste Hero in my lewe gemaak. Pa het dan soms vir my grappe gelag. Die grootste een was toe ek sy pyp met vuurhoutjie koppies volgepak het. (hy moes dit tog geweet het) maar toe hy die pyp aan die brand wou steek, is dit ‘n vuur-vlam. Ek het in aanwagting gewag vir daardie oomblik. Hy moes dit geweet het, maar ek weet dat hy my wou vermaak deur te skrik. Stukkende Jeans, Lang hare, ou skoene en ongeskeerd het ek altyd by Pa opgedaag, na baie jare se ‘nie sien nie’. en dit was niks. Die oomblik om MY daar te he was goed, maak nie saak wat ek aangehad het nie. Nooit is ek toe deur Pa gejudge deur my klere, hare of baard nie. Dit was altyd net amazing dat ek by Pa kon wees. Na ‘n rukkie se kuier sou Pa ‘n glimlag kry oor die stukkende Jean, maar dus, niks het saak gemaak nie. ek was daar en dis toe wat ek die painting begin doen (daardie tyd was die painting in my onderbewussyn, nie geweet dat ek dit sou doen nie)…..’be comfortable with silence”. En so was dit vir jare…..’n gemaklike stilte en dit is wat mens ‘n sterk mens maak. Stilte, Stilte. Stilte. Pa kon nooit my ‘travel’gees verstaan het nie, maar hy het respek daarvoor gehad. Dan is ek in New York, stuur ‘n poskaart uit Italy, en so gaan dit aan. Pa wou die plekke sien, en ek het fotos vir hom gewys. En altyd het ek geweet dat hy saam met my gereis het. Van hier, New York toe, London toe, Spanje, Griekeland, Melkobsstrand tot op die einde van Hondeklipbaai. ….en toe kom daar ‘n groot wind op en waai die blaartjie van die boom af. Ek het die blaartjie gevang en onder my kussing gesit en snags, net voor ek aan die slaap raak, het hierdie blaartjie ‘n groot woud geword en die woud se naam is Harry Cierenberg. Die mooiste woud, met die mooiste varings, blomme, struike, Geelhoutbome, Melkbome, buffelsgras, mos (so sag soos ‘n kussing) en met daardie wete het ek gaan slaap. En nou, elke aand in, doer ver in Hondeklipbaai, waar die sterre oor my hang, pluk ek ‘n ster, vryf dit blink en bêre dit saam met die blaar onder my kussing.. Pa, Harry, se Cierenberg bloed, regte bloed, is in my are en dit maak van my ‘n trotse mens. ‘n mens, ‘n Cierenberg….. Pa was nog altyd my Hero. Liefde Stantjie-boy. https://stanleystorie.wordpress.com/2009/05/26/tribute-vir-my-oorlede-pa/
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