My good woman woke early with me in Orange, and dropped me off at Wellington around 7:30am on her way to Dubbo where she'll be for 2 days.
From Maccas in Wello, I walked over the road and an ol' bloke "Andy" was coming out of his knife sharpening and mechanics workshop. He said he was doing his walk late this morning, so he'd walk with me to the river. He filled up my empty water bottle for me in his workshop, and we were off. He's soon to retire, sell up, and head North to Emu Park, Queensland (which happens to be where I used to go to the beach, when as a kid I grew up in Rockhampton).
He also had a little electric outboard motor (a water snake) for his fishing skiff, which I'm looking into for someone.
His advice as we parted was "Walk on the right side. Don't walk with the traffic coming up your arse." Good insight I reckon.
On the way out of Wello,
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Talk with a couple of mates who ring up. Make a coffee apointment for tommorrow morning at Wongarbon, and a potential one for this arvo by the road side, off the back of another mate's ute.
I was talking with, and thinking with, my good woman, as we travelled to Wellington this morning, and later this morning with a mate on the phone about people's different ways of processing life and interacting.
I'm an external processor. When I don't understand something I talk about it with people, as a way of processing the topic, and my emotions associated with it, hearing other views on it, to come to understand and respond to it more fully.
I am gathering that other people have developed other ways of doing life. An internal processor, I'm told, processes internally, and won't talk about a topic unless they understand it. There are enough people giving their opinions about things they know nothing about already.
How on Earth can people as diffetent as this learn to contribute together as gifts to each other, to make a whole that is richer for the diversity of its parts, and encompassed view-points?
So far I can see a few ways to journey forward with others in a world like this:
Commit myself to my (& OUR) faithful creator, to work along with creative love to become the best me I can be (this will be modeling, and sharing notes from the journey, to aid others who are on that journey too)
By never just spuiking " "Well I think…", as a way of saying my opinion on a topic. (There are enough people giving their opinions about things they know nothing about already!) Unless my opinion is asked for, don't give it.
Ask others for their opinions, and then ask for the bases of them, and ask questions that will help me weigh the evidence for any possible conclusions reached by them or me.
(Wow, I just realized, this could be a kind of seed-bed for a worthwhile novel. - Chris? or Katrina?)
10:30am about 11km out of Wellington, at Philipsons Road,
The man who owns the triangular block behind this corner post just drove up to check how & what I was doing here… Nice enough bloke, and his passenger just looked over his shoulder, from a big vehicle with a trailer on. All ok.
Take off again, about 11:15am, back on the road.
Some people, and some thoughts, may appear to trying to be contrary.
When in fact half, or more, of the message has come from our head, or our interpretive lens.
This picture shows a property sign I just passed. It says TARWONG.
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I immediately thought of those signs facing the wrong way on highway off-ramps: "Go back. You are going the wrong way", with an alternative wording being "Go back. You are going TARWONG way.
Should I turn back now?
And next there is this lane (I took the photo from the other side of the sign, that had the sun on it).
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I could more satisfyingly draw from this, that "This is TAWONG LANE" and not feel that I had to go down it.
Afternoon meditation on WISDOM (GoogleDoc)
Around 2pm a farmer/shearer coming out of his property offered me a lift into town. I said no, it's a walk (pilgrimage), he offered me $50. I said not for me, but for Movember. Whereupon he took back the offer, "What's Movember?" When I explained he took a QR code scan of the code on my blog, and tried it with Paypal, but it wasn't set up properly, tried it with his eftpos card but it didn't work. He was running out of time. He said he'll give it a go later. Hope he can make it work. We talked about Darwin. He's been there twice already this year. I forgot to get a photo if him. Hope we meet again.
Made it to Geurie
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Bought a coffee and a pie,
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put my feet up in the park across the road, and
try to make another 3-5 km to shorten tomorrow's walk a little, until my good woman picks me up in about an hour..
Onto a few mates by phone, then Garry passes me on his way home to Wellington fro working at a carwash in Dubbo. He does a Uey, and comes back to see if I'm ok, or need a lift somewhere.
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Finding out I'm trying to make k's & I'm not stuck for somewhere to sleep on what looks like it might be a cold night, he gets the address of this blog & leaves me to it. Thanks for your human concern Garry. Good to talk, though briefly. Reminds me of a neighbour in one of Yeshua's stories.
Soon after, I pass the 25D (25 km to Dubbo) sign (which means I've passed the half way mark, of the 50km between Wellington and Dubbo. Then within a couple of hundred metres my good woman beeps the horn…
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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