2022-05-25

Wednesday 25 May 2022 pm



Still on Morangarell Road.


I went to put my feet up on a fence,

then saw those pesty ants upon the ground

where I was just about to lie, so hence,

I picked my water bottle up and found


my way back to the road, though some what slowed

by stinging in my feet. I soon will jog.

And here's a few places that soon showed

they came to view soon after twelve o'clock:


On the right, 

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on the left:


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Amazing to think of how many things have been done to serve the purposes of creative love. Like this school. Did the job. Well, not the technology of the school, the Education Department,  the building, the curriculum, etc.. but the human beings, the teacher Elsa, and the students named above, in families of care and training, in order to see the purposes of creative love worked out, and the technology can, no doubt, be a useful tool. 


We don't want the tail wagging the dog!


About 12:30pm i find this sign, beside a sewn field. Level with the horizon, on the right. Heartening.

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A bloke in the pub yesterday asked regarding  'Narraburra': "How do you know there's so many skinny rabbits out there?" 

"I don't know." I said. 


Maybe a prompt could be: Where does a rabbit live in the bush? Now look at the name. Say it out loud if necessary.


There you go.



Another reflection on walking - again.


At about 12:50 I pass Balwin's Road on my right, (a sign tells me I've come 19 km from Temora) around the site of the Narraburra Post Office and Hotel (with footy field, cricket pitch, & race track nearby)

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At 1pm, on the right here is the sight of another scool that lasted for 30 yrs from the late 1800's to the early 1900's..

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Amazing eh?



A bit of a rest on a disused bridge, at about 1:30pm (on the road on the left)

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Lovely moss to lie on, a railing to prop feet on, and no ants (that I could see at first).

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Wow, at 3:30pm I came upon the little Narraburra Hall. Looks like someone has bought it and maybe is living in it,  or in containers out the back. It stopped being a community hall in 1986.

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Then about 5min later i found out how far I've from Temora.

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Then around 4pm, that angel whom I met for coffee this morning brought out my trolley. It was likely to be at around 3pm, because then the car had to take kids swimming at 3:30pm, BUT, the swimming was cancelled, because someone was sick, so I got to have another trolley-free hour. I think I made better time because of that.

Thank you Derek, and family, and extended family who has freed him for this kind of thing.



Then trying to make it to smewhere I could pitch my tent a bit off the road, I kept on. A bit concerned when i saw a sign like this:

And this:

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But, foreward ho, in company of creative love, we'll find out how to get through.

Travelling accross the road from right to left on a judicious path, i managed to only get about 1cm up my boots, and none in them…


Walked on to the Lone Pine turn off and camped.

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The outside of the tent is the fly, and this one is onside out. I am just airing the fly to dry it from the moisture on it when I packed it up two days ago. 


Thank you those who helped.






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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