Slept in.
A friend's phone call had let me know of Viktor Frankle's small book of 3 addresses in Vienna after he was released from the Concentration camps he endured during the Second World War: Yes to life, despite everything. I get it, and hear it read as an audio book. I text him to say thanks. He responds with a
Text2me: It's excellent. Looking forward to chatting about it on your walk back!
This gets me thinking of what more could be done to help the increasing numbers of vulnerable people (some of which I have phone conversations with these walking days) in our plastic environment with less time for people and growth, to think about, let alone discover, & fulfill the meaning of their very lives.
Cuppa tea. Hang out washing. Walk around town. Phone call with my lovely lady, a daughter and grand daughter. We all sang a kid's song by Colin Buchanan together, over the phone -"Be strong and courageous".
My daughter recounted Cliffy Young's story that she had just read about recently, over the phone. I'd heard bits of it, but I'm not sure I'd heard it all together. Inspiring. In our culture, with it's background of some of the inspiring stories built into it (mythic, in the technical or sociological sense), we have qualities in people like Cliff Young, running an ultra marathon for the wonder of it, beating world records by days, sharing the (sur)prize money with the other contestants. Sustained to keep going in the ultra marathon. by thinking of the sheep in the back paddock needing him to find them before a big storm.
Bought a coffee from the shop before they shut.
Pie & sausage roll at Pub for lunch. Think about the meaning of life (... mean?) in the light of Viktor Frankle's book Man's search for meaning. Make sign (on Fred's suggestion) to ask for lift (mostly for trolley) to Mungindi tomorrow morning. Kip. … thinking a bit more about, beside being a Walker, why do I walk?
A great catch up phone call with a mate. How good to have the time to catch up with mates on the phone. What a gift.
Then dinner … warmed up in the pub, with Fred the publican, & some of the locals: Ray, Fred, & Mark:
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Chatted with Reg, Ray, and Mark. Got to practice drawing a few… Reg, who left earlier than the others, and Mark
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(go well with your 5yr old grandson, back at the Gold Coast, Mark),
and the publican, Fred, who looked after me well.
Thanks Fred.
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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