My good woman let me out of the car this morning, but she didn't let me down. In fact her whole demeanour is increasingly building up. Sharing life with her got me thinking…
Morning meditation:
Beautiful countyside. A feast for the eyes and ears and skin. What a lovely day to be walking in the country.
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The cool doesn't matter so much when you are walking.. 9am.
Wow. This live tree is a study of awe in three dimensions, yet that is exactly what this photograph doesn't pass on.
I start to get a feel for why The God of the Hebrews would stipulate that they were to have no lifeless, dead, (even mimicing life) images of the living God in their temple, because they lacked the most essential characteristic, life ( that is not just biological, but creative love). And he had already placed images of himself there. The human priests. I want to say "Come & see this, live with me, don't think you get it when you've just seen these stupid, trucated 2D, still, pictures on my blog. The reality is deeper, richer, lovelier, scarier, beautifuller…
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To lie with back on earth and feet on trunk
of gum that's being moved about by wind,
and know that other notions you'd debunked,
and any branch might fall and leave you pinned..
And feel the "to and fro" in two seconds,
and know the size and strength, the pow'r and poise.
It somehow calls me out. It kind of beckons
with nothing but a leafy groaning noise.
They're quite attuned to wind, these trees must be,
so, as I feel the movement in this one
it makes me think of all plants in the breeze
their waving, dancing, having so much fun.
I start to understand those ancient psalms
more fully, from a time when people slept
or lived outside at times, and waved their arms
to catch attention, and at times they wept
and groaned, and trees at times must keep this faith
that's open to both dancing in the breeze
and groaning, giving others living space.
On Earth they live on light, wind, water. Trees.
Off again at ten.
Then stumble on another place of rest:
for others here commemorate what's blessed
them to enable walking through this nest,
this womb, or pilgrim passage, with more zest!
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An old mate from days at Broken Hill and Dubbo days is travelling to Mudgee from Canowindra today. He might come through Stuart Town and catch up. Hope he does. I've pushing to make it there before he catches up, if he does, and here I am on it's skirts..
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I'll try to make it to the railway station, in case the pub isn't open yet at noon, and we have to go to Wello for some lunch. Maybe I can catch the train back from Wellington and then walk a few more kms (though the net says it's fully booked).??
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Yes, i make it to the hotel. It doesn't open till 3 on Wednesdays and as I talk with some locals and an old bloke called Tom i find there's nothing else open in town before 3pm, it's just after noon.
I thank Tom, and walk to the Railway station in case I can end up using a train to help me get back from Wellington. My mate arrives as I get to the railway station and we travell together to Wellington, look at some housing there where he stayed as a 5 yr old, as a ward of the state, then grab a sausage roll and ginger beer etc. He drops me back at the station and i am able to procure a ticket back, though the train will be at least an hour late. Time enough to write this, then hopefully, I can knock some kms off tomorrow's walk before my good woman picks me up at dusk.
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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