Tuesday

 

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Slept Monday night at the Kyneton Springs Motel. They are building another wing for the second half of this year, so there were building baracades around (for me to hang my washing on). Great service, I hid my two water bottles in the freezer. Good idea for when i stop for a drink mid morning on Tuesday. Cold water melting through the day. How good would that be? 

A super hot breakfast, with freshly squeezed orange juice.. (you can see i appreciate food). 

Got off before 7:30am and went the way suggested by Cathy, the motel lady, lovely track to Malmsbury.

Mid-morning, i sit down, feet on a fence post and reach for my water bottle. .. .. you guessed it. No water bottles. They are still hidden in the freezer back at the Kyneton Springs Motel. I ring Cathy, just in case this was one of the days she goes to Malmsbury (she had told me that she did do that every now and then). No luck. Meetings all day. So, I'm finished with them.  At least she knows to get them out of the freezer. One could be washed and used by someone, it was pretty new. The other was just a disposable bottle. Throw it out.

On the walk I recall that i was going to try to have the first hour of each day like a retreat, recalling and thinking about, and letting sink into me, meditating on, the next story in that First Century Greek document about a teacher, leader whom I take to be more significant than Socrates. Yeshua "bar Natzaret".  Christisn churches the  world over call it "The Gospel - according to Mark". I don't think they understand how amazing this little document is. Well it keeps giving my food for thought and challenging my presuppositions about what I'm here for. Today had this in it:

Then Jesus came into the Galilee

while heralding the news of who's the boss

(that's after John was put in custody),

"It's God!" He said, ".. and he's not at a loss,"

"in fact," his message was, "the time's fulfilled,

for God's reign is just now, right at the door!

Check your allegiance. Your agendas will

not do, if you would trust this news for sure."

Makes me think of what their agendas might have been in those days, and what mine are today….

Into Malmsbury, Hunter Street as shown on Google maps doesn’t exist in this actual world,  you get interesting excursions into blackberry thickets etc. Finally, made it to the bakery in Malmsbury. Tried a few options for accomodation but no connections by phone, or they're open Wed to Sunday, or they couldn’t  get back to me till a few hours later, and then were booked up for tonight. Luckily,  on not finding somewhere, I kept walking to Taradale.

Bought a big coke (to replenish the bottle with water), and  the last pastie in the shop. Looked around at a lovely art centre next door to the servo/ general store, put my feet up in the park and tried ringing anything that smelled like accomodation around here. The Castlemaine info centre was helpful.  Booked into Tread Motel in Harcourt for tomorrow night. Nothing for Taradale, tonight, yet. But i am lying down with my feet up in a beautiful park, the Taradale Mineral Springs Reserve, writing this blog.

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