About 9:25am my son drops me out on the highway beside the place (same square of hard plastic on the ground and a stand of little gum-trees through the fence) that he picked me up from yesterday evening…
he heads back into town to collect a trailer & do jobs today.
I start walking and get my phone out to write this. Last night i went with him to his "Life Group" where a bunch of men listened to each other's stories, & let some ideas bubble up as a result, (while acknowledging a hunger for some sort of spiritual/ social/ meaning/ purpose based and purpose building dimension to life). An amazing experience. Also one that affected me when i woke to go to the loo during the night, and when i woke at an alarm this morning. I tried tk capture the bones of the insighs that had come, and in the process I understood more, and had more questions posed. I knew that there would be much more to be "mined" during the day as I wandered (& wondered) beside these roads. I'm typing this, in the mist, as I walk on the RHS of the road on white and grey pebbles (just now).
I talked, on the way to my drop off point, with my son about being a father present with his beloved at the birth of their child; & then about "mindfulness"; both the mind part, and the fullness part. I learn through his questions. As well as being blessed by his [& my new daughter (-in-lawove)'s] hospitality.
Wow, what a context within which to be walking with creative love through this country, and trying to tune in to the spirit of creative love.
I feel like I cannot lose, & have already gained so much. e.g…
Did I mention what happened yesterday when I called in on an old friend and mentor who had rung and talked with me (as I walked to or from Gisbourn several weeks ago) and invited me to join him for a cuppa when i was walking through Bendigo?
And after that, emboldened, i guessed where another old mate might now be living (from his mother's rough description), knocked on the door, and ended up talking with his wife (whom i may, or may not, have met in person). He was out of town. I walked on and bumped into another old family friend who was their neighbour & happened to wonder if that was me walking past his door towards his neighbour's, so had came out, then the man who was out of town rang and we've pencilled in that he'll find me on the highway Friday night (if I'm no too far away by then), and give me dinner, and maybe a bed for the night. (to be confirmed, it might not work, or another night on the weekend might be better? We'll see)
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