Forecast to be raining in both Grenfell and Gooloogong.
Hope to be up, ~6;30am, dress, toilet, shave, cuppa, tap on the door of Dean (the Manager) at 7am, then pack trolley, and leave by 7:30am.
Either stay tonight at St.Paul's Church, @ Warraderry, 21km, or go till 33km which would cut a day off the time it takes to get to Orange. Might have to see how far I get and see how I feel at 21km - walking in the rain. Just that at 33km i'd probably have to tent it, whereas the 21km option is in a dry hall.
Well, I packed up with help of paper towels and plastic bag etc from Dean, & got out on to the street by 7:25am. No rain yet! But this is the sky I'm heading into:
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Light rain came on, with a cold wind. Put on my poncho and had jacket around waste to not grt it wet. My fingers were very cold. I had to sing, and shout, and growl and rum sometimes. In a lul of rain, could put me bluetooth ear piece on repeat, to listened to that song I recorded on my phone a few days ago & sing with it to learn it.
Keith stopped and said G'day. He had unlocked the Church building of the St. Paul's Anglican Warraderry congregation (now defunct, he mentioned,) I only had 5 or 7 km to go. He said the door might just need a shove. I said I'd stay there. I needed somewhere dry to warm up.
Finally, with no breaks, got to it about 2:30 ish.
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Some issues happened that I don’t want to put on the web, and I went in, swept some of the dust and webs up at the back, unpacked my trolley in the dry, put dry cloths on, laid out sleeping mat and bag. Had 2 cans of beef stew and some choc meusli bars and snuggled into the sleeping bag to warm my fingers and feet.
Keith popped in at 4 or 6 before he fed the dogs, to see I was ok. He saw the unmentionable and said "That's ok. It had come to that." And when i asked: "If I were to bring others on a pilgrimage within the Central West in the next year or so, could we do this again?" He was positive.
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.I've heard that the art in stained glass windows started at a time when many couldn't read (like I am reading a story or two each day, on this pilgrimage), so these pictures gave them visial cues for important stories from the roughly 355 little storylets that still exist from the First Century CE on the life of Yeshua "bar Natzaret".
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This was part of a few texts to family & friends that got out during the arvo & night:
.. I'm at St. PAUL'S Anglican Church Hall, Warraderry (Bathurst Diocese) cold. Hoped it might have a fire place in it. But no. In my sleeping bag to try to warm up. I passed the 115km to Orange, about 1 km back. ..
Haven't got much recrption here. 1 bar every now and then. ..
..I've got oodles of food, just that my shoes are soaked and freezing.
And i can't go outside in the mud without em on.
I'll have to jog when I put them on.
..C O L D...
..Got into a church they let me sleep in tonight, and got my wer sox and shoes and lokng pants off, and into dry stuff and into my sleeping bag yp try yo warn up. And ear. Well see.putting thoscwet shoes ( so i suppose i may as well use the wet sox too) on in the morning, makes me shiver to think about.... learning to ding with gusto. Will be higging mire tomorrow i think.
I've misplaced or lost my glasses so can't see up close real well - more a problem for reading & writing texts in my sleeping bag.
Sometimes the wind on the windows sounded like people walking on the boards. (Added to few stories, some made up, some true, I might have given up. Spooked sometimes. Sang loudly to creative love, remembering that's how I got here.
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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