2022-04-28

Thursday am..

 



About 9:25am my son drops me out on the highway beside the place (same square of hard plastic on the ground and a stand of little gum-trees through the fence) that he picked me up from yesterday evening…















he heads back into town to collect a trailer & do jobs today. 


I start walking and get my phone out to write this. Last night i went with him to his "Life Group" where a bunch of men listened to each other's stories, & let some ideas bubble up as a result, (while acknowledging a hunger for some sort of spiritual/ social/ meaning/ purpose based and purpose building dimension to life). An amazing experience. Also one that affected me when i woke to go to the loo during the night, and when i woke at an alarm this morning. I tried tk capture the bones of the insighs that had come, and in the process I understood more, and had more questions posed. I  knew that there would be much more to be "mined" during the day as I wandered (& wondered) beside these roads. I'm typing this, in the mist, as I walk on the RHS of the road on white and grey pebbles (just now).


I talked, on the way to my drop off point, with my son about being a father present with his beloved at the birth of their child; & then about "mindfulness"; both the mind part, and the fullness part. I learn through his questions. As well as being blessed by his [& my new daughter (-in-lawove)'s] hospitality. 


Wow, what a context within which to be walking with creative love through this country, and trying to tune in to the spirit of creative love.


I feel like I cannot lose, & have already gained so much. e.g… 


Did I mention what happened yesterday when I called in on an old friend and mentor who had rung and talked with me (as I walked to or from Gisbourn several weeks ago) and invited me to join him for a cuppa when i was walking through Bendigo?


And after that, emboldened, i guessed where another old mate might now be living (from his mother's rough description), knocked on the door, and ended up talking with his wife (whom i may, or may not, have met in person). He was out of town. I walked on and bumped into another old family friend who was their neighbour & happened to wonder if that was me walking past his door towards his neighbour's, so had came out, then the man who was out of town rang and we've pencilled in that he'll find me on the highway Friday night (if I'm no too far away by then), and give me dinner, and maybe a bed for the night. (to be confirmed, it might not work, or another night on the weekend might be better? We'll see)







OLD TO NEW WORLD VIEW



Despite that science tells us "This world is

not what it seems on outside, to the feel,

with layers upon layers forming things",

I still believe that our ol' world is real.


Our scientific story tells us that

despite what we all see here (think we "know"),

there's layers of "community" which mat

together, and which interleave.. (quite so):《1


Inside, within each body, making up

the living ones, are individu'l "cells",

or living creatures that can be corrupt-

ed, or combined to make a host where dwells


the multicelled "community" we see

that's planted right before us "on" (or "in")

our ground of being. Even you and me.

And these can be disrupted or can win!


The ways that these communities would seize

things 'round about to aid their tiny parts,

to work together: shelter, feed, and ease

their life, to bring a thriving from their starts,


are called in this Our world "to feed", & "clothe

and shelter", self or fam'ly, other lives.

The old words from Our world that covered both

are "love", & then there's "peace"- which meant "life thrives".


But smaller yet, each body that exists,

of rocks, or gasses, animals or plants;

(and irrespective of "life" tagged to its

existence as an entity, per chance..)


is made of smaller atoms, molecules,

or other things that kind of are like "seas".

But smaller yet (these aren't just words of fools)

are forces "circling", balancing with ease.


Where either particles or waves "impart"

existence to those higher levels too.

But here we haven't even made a start

on bigger things, like Galaxies and U-


ni-verse, or other categ'ries rehearsed,

like Supernova, Nebulae, and Giants,

Dwarves, and other stars that shoot and burst,

to cook up compounds, elements and ions


from which all of the rest can start to "be".

Invisible dimensions in this way

we start to understand, and maybe "see"

within our "mind's eye" - as they used to say.


But still our story makes more sense, or less

of all dimensions we've encountered here,

since we were born - to order and to mess,

with this ol' world. - And this is where I cheer


myself as I move on, and others too.

The world we "started" in, that let us learn

about dimensions and these worlds that you

have just now been reminded of, don't spearn!


The story that's apparent: God made this

whole world with more dimensions than you'd poke

at with a stick, does not seem so remiss

and starts to look less like it was a joke!


"The best is yet to come", as AA found

in fact, through living in this re-al world.

And there's a higher power hanging round

to see if we would reach out and be curled


within the love of biggest Dad, or Mum,

and let the Great Creator's fam-il-y

look after us and grow us, and then some..

towards more of a nature that is free


to love back, as we have ourselves been loved.

And that's why most religions in this world

admire, and think good-life was surely gloved

within the life, that we have mostly hurled


our insults at, and blamed him for our faults

and misdemeanours, laziness, and such.

It's him I would commend to you. Us dolts,

we killed the model human God loved much -


the second Adarm (and would kill his Eve,

that God brings from him while he's "not around").

In jealousy and ignorance, we'd weave

a net to catch them yet, like beasts been found


and named. So if you ask me to I'll tell

the story of the glory of God "THERE",

who loves his kids, and wants them to do well,

take on creative love, and learn to share.




《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other

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