I woke at 5:30am and had breakfast with Charlie. My phone tells me that the temp outside, though it might feel like minus 5°C, is only minus 3°C.
We collected some steel sheepyard equipment from a nearby farm As we placed it onto the trailer we shattered some glass-like substance in the corrners off the steel trailer. The farm gates had a white powder on them, as they were opened and closed. Frost?
Then Charlie dropped me off at 7:35am on the Mendooran Road,
right where Rodney and Cynthia had picked me up yesterday.
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He drove off to a day of drafting sheep etc. Thanks Charlie Knight for the lift.
I walked off down into the hollow with hands colder by the minute. Get out those new gloves that I'd forgotten about! Coping with the cold in my fingers seemed to heal my very sore feet, as I walked to keep warm-ish. I recalled yesterday's song of appreciation & thanks, and sang it with energy, out loud!
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A mate rings to chat, and we catch up a bit. A large hot coffee at the bakery in Mendooran, a toilet stop, write up this blog, and off again before 10:30am.
Hope to go back over Mark 1, recall it's context, and get into Mark 2 to add to my fodder for meditation before a lunch break.
Thanks to local knowledge of tracks and friends of friends, I get to consider other paths. As I remember family and friends within a cocoon of creative love, I am walking through countryside, on tracks like this:
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Though also, with obstacles like this:
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Yee har! Y'har! Y'har Way!
I got through, beautifully, not even needing to take off my shoes.. though there are other stories about that that make ne wonder now.
Friendly people like Murray (with a couple of furry mates)
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stop to see how I'm going and where I'm going (to & from). He asked if I had a (dedicated) support crew. I said no, but support crews appear at times.
As I reflect now, I realize that's not quite true. I do have a dedicated suppoŕt crew in family, and the community I come from in Orange, and other friends who contact as they are able, and assist my lovely lady who is stuck in Orange, and who have at times joined in as they were able too. And today, the Knights of Mendooran, and many other families and individuals along the way have been responsive to prompts of friendliness from the great FRIEND, creative love (my very dedicated support crew). Wow. How to talk about things like this in everyday conversations?
Well, that might be why I was invited on this walk. A lot to learn.
I hope to stop for a lunch break at the next intersection, hopefully before 1:30pm.
But, before that, Alison (Allee) rides over, through the field on my right to say G'day.
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They are just moving into this property, this week. A few parts of her family of origin working together. Cattle and sheep. Hoping to benefit from technological advances with scanning and tracking.
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She was driving the school bus that passed me as I walked into Mendooran today. She was keen to hear a bit - the whys? & wherefores?
May creative love and friendship be with you and your family's venture, Alee!
Half an hour of resting with my feet up. Then back onto the tarmack. A bunch of phone calls, with family, friends, and co-conspirators to be & live a blessing to this country. Very rich. Lovely scenery.
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And shortly after 5pm I was picked up by Kays Knight
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right here:
Just before the Forans Road turn off to the right
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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