Woke at 6:20, there's been a moon all night, so no "pitch black" of the bush.
Voice A:
"Up, dress, pack tent, ( toilet stop?) And onto the road to warm up, then an hour of quiet, before some food and drink eh? - "
Voice B:"Or reckon that could be all right. Let's try it."
(Conversation in my mind…)
I did get up, but everything was wet and "freezing" - so, lit a fire to boil some water. No wood, or even twigs on this wet ground covered in wet grass, spangled with 20 dew drops on every blade. Just the cardboard and paper wrappers i was carrying. Enough to warm the water, and my hands, but not enough to boil anything. Oh well, it was something. Maybe I should carry a little bit of solid (or liquid) fuel with me? Only 18km to go today.
Ruth Smith called (whom I had had lunch with on my way to Oaklands). She had lost my number, but a friend gave it to her again, and she rang to thank me for popping in. She said she'd think about friends shecknew in both Lockhart and Coolamon, and get back to me.
Dianne & Peter stopped the car to see how I was, and what was happening. Dianne was driving, for work & she pulled down her mask so I could see her face as she asked. I told them, & Dianne introduced me to Peter who she had gone to collect and take back to town (Lockhart) as part of her work. He said "Hello", & "Pleased to meet you."
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I told them I was booked in to the Railway Hotel tonight. She said they make a mean Indian Curry there. I said, "Good. I was hoping they also did meals." She (might) come & have a beer there tonight.
How good is that, Indian.
A good long talk with a neighbour on the phone…
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Until I walked in and saw this:
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.a few more blocks until i see the pub on the corner, and on the lawn on the right, this
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I have a drink at the pub and get my room. Have a shower, wask my clothes in the shower and hang my clothes up. Ruth rings back with the name and number of a friend, who will ring me shortly, if i don't ring her first she lives here in Lockhart: a lovely lady who was the Anglican Minister from Lockhart (& her husband Graham, who I didn't get to meet, before I had to go. Hello Graham!), invited me round to meet over a cup of tea, which we did!
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Nola is a follower of Jesus who used to be an Anglican Minister in this town. She told me of God's dealings with her since retiring and how she had 7 and a half months away in Qld, and that she had to "repent" and "be forgiven", and came to see mistakes that she had made (unintentionally, but still which had affected others) but then she was enabled to come back with a fresh capacity to love, that somehow God's mercy and forgiveness made possible.
I helped her turn her lessons and responses into a poemish thingo, then into a songish thingo. A lot of fun.
Annie and Toni have had the Railway Hotel for 10 months,
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and as I mentioned, they have a reputation for the best Indian curries in the area. They only charged me $60 for the room and then a Lamb Korma with Rice and Naan were $24.50. It was lovely, and Toni let me have some of his Gulab Jamin for desert. Annie, left some Naan bread in the freezer for me to take in the morning. We talked, i practiced my drawing using Toni as a model.
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He didn't charge anything!
It's been a good day. Good night.
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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