Well here’s a thing I’m learning* that’s a “trick”,
a “hack” for living down here as we do
(for those of us who travel slow or quick
upon this Earth through time - and distance too).
For those who live within this kind of world
where processes are part of how things work.
Instead of just events where stuff is hurled
near “ready made” at us. It’s quite berserk
that even then, like when a baby’s born,
it takes a bunch of years to learn to use
it's body prop’ly - except for how to mourn,
or cry aloud. We help them learn to choose
to live above the instincts and then learn
to do things that are helpful to their place
within a human culture: take their turn
at turning round, at sitting in a space,
at crawling on all fours, and using words,
and learning to participate within
structures of authority (like birds
within the unseen air wherein they swim
both up, and down, and join in flocks to aid
in simple things like moving right along
in line with seasons (though they are not paid
in cash) there’s gifts they take, then sing their thank you song.
So forward ways we go, we learn to trust
the process that is bigger than ourselves
of mateship that means friends who do not bust
when hard things come about. So “anti- hell”!
* This year I followed the process of a bunch of mediocre skills that required ongoing repeated work towards an end that seemed (& was) far, far removed from my starting point, over a time frame of 5-12 years, or more: 1) with my wife, I bought a house and oversaw (& significantly contributed to) the insulation & recladding of it, then upgrading its front & back landings, and the usability of its various rooms and underneath for storage & living areas; 2) I jammed a (piano/) keyboard with some real (band-ed) musicians playing new songs in different keys, and got a very fun outcome; 3) I got gamer to do fun “3 min portraits” of possibly over a thousand people; 4) I completed walking the length of Australia NOBO (NOrth BOund) every step (possibly apart from 10- 50 meters, the difference between some pickup points and drop off points, e.g. across a road outside Weipa) from South Cape in Tassy, to North point in Tassy, then from Wilson's Promontory (Southern tip of mainland Victoria), to Pajenka (Northern tip of Cape York in mainland Queensland) including Melbourne to Mapoon; then from the Southern tip of Thursday Island (South of the helicopter pad), to the Northern most sand/mud spur of Thursday Island, (on the northern mangrove-flat/ beach); 5) I lived intimately with & raised a family with - my woman for 39+ years. 6) I responded (in the Way of Jesus) to real, freely offered friendship from unexpected quarters, like a little child. 7) I am trusting the process I began over 65yrs ago. The process of “growing up”, which is as with a grain of wheat, a process that comes about mystically, invisibl-ly, and in the words of Jesus, “automatically” or “all by itself”; yet a process that, with humans, can never occur “all by one’s self”; though a child is certainly involved in the process of parents “raising it”, it seems to me that the loving parents/ guardians are essential to the human genome being transferred from a collection of molecules into a whole person of the human kind, an adult Woman or Man, relating with those younger and less mature as a conduit of the resources of the wellspring of HESED - lovingkindness.
