2022-07-02

SATURDAY 2July2022 Lidster Hill ro Orange, (nearly, but not quite, home!)




Marking Time.. My family during the last week, has gotten together ostensibly for my good woman's birthday (but months beforehand), before 3 more of our grandchildren pop out into the world. and one son-in-law mentions how 2 and 3 year olds learn the words of their books. He mentions that rhyme seems to aid memory. I think how meter can help too. Gets me thinking about what I'm meditating on with this walk. It might also be good for my grandchildren? - maybe a book with one or two poemish verses per page, and beautiful pictures expanding it out… like Each peach pear plumb, or those big animal books with a little mouse hidden somewhere in the picture. So during the night I do it's draft introduction with the words, but without pictures. If only their were artists who could add pictures to it! Maybe some of those artists might be my own children, or grandchildren?


A morning of constant rain. Goodbyes to family visiting Orange. Clean up the back yard, with a neighbour who visits. 


After lunch, my good woman drops me off at the front of the place where my daughter and I had walked in from Canowindra, when we stopped walking two days before.

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- the Cargo Road Winery, and I then walk, in the rain and cold wind, the ~10km into the city of Orange

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a friend picks me up from the highway for a hot cuppa and a sit by his fire, then drops me back to the highway, and I walk to the edge of Orange High School, where my good woman again picks me up, 

 

and takes me home for a warm shower etc. The neighbours over the road, who we are trying to do community with, have us over for a meal, and a couple of games in their loungeroom (including Jackbox). The plan for tomorrow is to join with some friends we try to have coffee and a catch up with on Sunday mornings, then start walking again from where I left off at Orange High School, Sunday or Monday. A few friends have made comments about joining me for a day or two, or a week or two, from Orange  to(wards) Dubbo. It was a good time with my daughter from Canowindra.







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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