Wake, around 6am, and a blessing comes to me (it seems to me to be prompted by my walking partner, creative love), for this household, who have offered me hospitality unbidden (at least by me):
"The shalom-peace that's gold
and means a thriving life,
be unto this household,
through plenty & through strife."
[When Pete wants to write it, I text it to him. Above is an edited version after re-reading it through the day. Take your pick, but with blessings, the focus isn't really on the words, they are just carriers.]
Breaky, then Pete suggests I take a packed lunch, which I gladly do. Then pack my day pack, and the trolley.
We have a few spoken riddles, back and forth. Cal got my riddle to him, finally. I still have not got the one Cal gave me. This is what I heard: "What's brown, it has a head and a tail, but no arms and no legs?" (It isn't a brown snake. And I've found out that it's not living). [Oh, re-reading this twenty minutes later, i just got it! What might have helped me get it was that I had also found that "there were none of them at their house, and none normally at school, unless a teacher who collected them brought one in, to show the kids". I think the word collected, along with my own mistake of pluralising the words head & tail, helped me think of the answer. Good one, Cal.]
Peter has given me one of his welding caps. I'll wear it gladly.
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Around 8am, on their way to Cal's school, Peter and Cal drop me off where they picked me up last night. Pete says he can see his tyre marks in the clover beside the road, where he did his U-ey last night. It matches my memory, and the little video I took by the light of my head lamp.
The plan is that they'll drop my trolley off at the Garah Hotel, and now I get another day in of walking without a trolley. Yee har! Thanks you two.
A lovely quite cloudy day, with a warm sun popping out now and then, and a cool breeze. They say it might start bucketing down this arvy, and definitely the next day, or two.
We'll see.
I arrive at the Garah Club Hotel about 2pm, and the publican Fred, shouts me a beer. This is a little community hub. With the rain tomorrow, I have to decide whether to book in & just stay put, or book in and try to walk without the trolley, and then get a lift back to a meal & bed. Well, either way, it looks like I may as well book in for tomorrow night too. Then I may as well take a break from walking on Sunday. So I may as well book in for Sat & Sunday nights too. And then Monday morning, try to get a lift with the trolley back to where-ever I got to on Saturday evening. I'm booked (but to be confirmed Monday morning) into the Two-mile Hotel/Motel Monday night on the Queensland side of the border at Mungindi. (And might have some time for shopping in Mungindi on Monday)
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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