(Started writing around 9:40am Mon 2 May 2022)
Lovely trip on the big bus that took me from Bendigo Station, & dropped me at Elmore Railway Station around 9:20am. On the way here in the bus, i realized that as I am without a pack there is a (small) chance that i might make it the 18km from Elmore Railway to Rochester Railway Station, in the time from 9:15am to 1:15pm. I was booked, paid and ticketed on a bus that left Rochester at 5:15pm and went to Heathcote, then another bus company could bring me from Heathcote to Bendigo. I should get back to my son & daughter-in-law's place about 8pm. If i could catch this earlier bus, I'd be back "home" by about 3pm. Worth a try.
Quick loo stop, and off. Luckily I now find there is a (albeit, gravel) road that is rarely used, that runs parallel to the highway on the other side of the railway line. Just perfect for walking.
And what a day for walking.. warm sun, light cloud cover, top of about 18°C expected. True it's still 18 km, but NO PACK(!), just my phone on my belt (or right now, in my hand) and a disposable water bottle in my hand (or, as it is right now, under my arm, or in the crook of my elbow).
I'm writing this as I try to keep walking at 4 km/hr, but I have to look up from this screen every now and then, to the sunny path, or to note the magpies in the plowed field to the left, or to listen to the new birds in the next stand of trees I'm travelling through. The clouds are like little cotton wool balls glued to a blue ceiling, so the sun creeps from behind and between two clouds, for 3min, then retreats again behind a little cloud for 7 min. …
The air is cool but not cold.
A day on which to behold.
Or better still, to be held
by the life that's been given, and welled
up within us, and to me, and through me.
These pictures show nothing of parallax,
they're static, unmoving, like moulded wax.
But where the trees live now I see,
between them, and through them as we,
the walkers through worlds, that do tread
quite softly on stone chips still dead
(though still being there where they should
be, under the will of the good
Most High who let kids have a play
right here in his sandbox today,
and right through his-story we see
the ways that we've tried to cop-y
with often misplaced
ideas which traced
wrong guesses replaced
by others in haste).
Like teaching and training a three
year old daughter/ son how to be
alive in this world with the skills
that attune to the cultures that will
slowly and surely bear fruit
that leads to more human pursuits
of listening well
to what others tell
of life as they see & view it!
Like teaching and training a three
month old, or month young dog - puppy.
The problem's their ignore-ance, not
intelligence, for that they've got;
but often we wait till they hit
the right sound, or action (a bit),
and then we reward,
before they are bored.
But sometimes, I am such a git!
- to think that I'm all grown up and
there isn't much to understand.
I think that such pride will be felled
by people who've learned to be held.
So back on the track here today..
There's more than sunshine in the way.
I wonder if wand'rer could say
in two hours time, that he's ok.
Yup…
Around about 12:34
This here's the sight that I then saw;
The speed was too fast,
but I knew that at last
I'm nearing a township once more:
And sure enough, I just had time to order a flat white, and a steak, cheese, and cracked-pepper pie from the Rochester Bakery, and get it down before the bus returning from Echuca towards Bendigo pulled in, and I hopped on (no eating or drinking allowed in the bus).
Friendly driver. I asked him how Echuca was, and he asked me when I got into Rochester. It's fun sharing God's world with other humans eh?
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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