Last night it came to the crunch at home. The washing machine needed replacing, sooner rather than later. Research needed to be done, & choices made. The night was intents, or really the singular, but it was intense-ly cold.
I also had a visit from the wraith of Hope-
lessness, with all its dooms pronounced as well.
Recalling what I say to friends who write,
that in our heavens, but also our hells,
is time to make impossible attempts-
to capture spirits, wraiths, of day and night
- even if it makes us seem a dope.
The job of finding an appropriate washing machine, and after that, time taken in reflection, both functioned together for me as an exorcism of that wraith of hopelessness, and a real part of my medicine, and prophylactic too, I think.
Thank you to creative love, and all those who act as the hands & feet and smile, and words & welcome… of creative love to me.
Then walking, and continuing to listen to some of the Hebrew Bible translated by Robert Alter, on Audible. A time to cry, & sing, and cogitate on this land, & my company.
(There might be 3 or 5 pages of reflections every morning. Too much to put down here. But a lot of fun & learning.. for me)
Lovely landscapes around
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Stopped and put my feet up at Belfrayden Bridge.
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Was going to boil the billy, but decided to just eat, drink, and write this. Then off again after a 40 min break.
3 km down the road(?) I came to Belfrayden itself..
& sat for another 20 min on some padded chairs that had a sign on them saying "Free" (middle of the movie above). Move on..
Another half hour break with my feet up, at 2pm. Just outside Collingulie at their dump:
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Had just dozed off, when a car horn sounded. It came from an Ambulence passing, that had stopped to check if I was ok. I reassured them that i was, and that I was resting my feet but was booked in to "the Gullie" tonight. This seemed good enough, and I thanked them for checking any way.
I think this practice of resting feet getting to a pub or motel, might be a good practice. Then I can do all the jobby things when I get there.
On the way again, talked on the phone to my lady about the washing machine. .. One should get delivered Monday!
Then arrived, got room, and showered, washed clothes, hung outside and aired tent and fly to dry, off to servo to get frozen pies to take with me for tomorrow night, and some more muesli bars, and a nice coffee from Yesh, at the Metro servo here in Collingullie.
Back to my room, collect things which were out to dry, catch up with my Dad & my Lady on the phone, ready for a drink, & dinner at the pub around 6:30pm.
After a lovely dinner, big Mat, the publican,who's been here about 2 & a half years,
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gave me a bit of a discount on the room, because ..
(I think the Movember thing? - Hey, if you haven't already, consider sponsoring the walk through Movember, &/or the Bible Society in Australia),
we squared everything up, and I told him I hoped to leave between 6 & 7am.
Hope to get a fairly early night, then up at ~5:30am, and be out about 6am, get a coffee and 2 pies from the servo, and walk off towards Coolamon. See if I can book somewhere tonight, though I'll have tomorrow night tenting on the way, to book, if there's reception in between these small villages.
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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