(Started writing around 9:40am Mon 2 May 2022)
Lovely trip on the big bus that took me from Bendigo Station, & dropped me at Elmore Railway Station around 9:20am. On the way here in the bus, i realized that as I am without a pack there is a (small) chance that i might make it the 18km from Elmore Railway to Rochester Railway Station, in the time from 9:15am to 1:15pm. I was booked, paid and ticketed on a bus that left Rochester at 5:15pm and went to Heathcote, then another bus company could bring me from Heathcote to Bendigo. I should get back to my son & daughter-in-law's place about 8pm. If i could catch this earlier bus, I'd be back "home" by about 3pm. Worth a try.
Quick loo stop, and off. Luckily I now find there is a (albeit, gravel) road that is rarely used, that runs parallel to the highway on the other side of the railway line. Just perfect for walking.
And what a day for walking.. warm sun, light cloud cover, top of about 18°C expected. True it's still 18 km, but NO PACK(!), just my phone on my belt (or right now, in my hand) and a disposable water bottle in my hand (or, as it is right now, under my arm, or in the crook of my elbow).
I'm writing this as I try to keep walking at 4 km/hr, but I have to look up from this screen every now and then, to the sunny path, or to note the magpies in the plowed field to the left, or to listen to the new birds in the next stand of trees I'm travelling through. The clouds are like little cotton wool balls glued to a blue ceiling, so the sun creeps from behind and between two clouds, for 3min, then retreats again behind a little cloud for 7 min. …
The air is cool but not cold.
A day on which to behold.
Or better still, to be held
by the life that's been given, and welled
up within us, and to me, and through me.
These pictures show nothing of parallax,
they're static, unmoving, like moulded wax.
But where the trees live now I see,
between them, and through them as we,
the walkers through worlds, that do tread
quite softly on stone chips still dead
(though still being there where they should
be, under the will of the good
Most High who let kids have a play
right here in his sandbox today,
and right through his-story we see
the ways that we've tried to cop-y
with often misplaced
ideas which traced
wrong guesses replaced
by others in haste).
Like teaching and training a three
year old daughter/ son how to be
alive in this world with the skills
that attune to the cultures that will
slowly and surely bear fruit
that leads to more human pursuits
of listening well
to what others tell
of life as they see & view it!
Like teaching and training a three
month old, or month young dog - puppy.
The problem's their ignore-ance, not
intelligence, for that they've got;
but often we wait till they hit
the right sound, or action (a bit),
and then we reward,
before they are bored.
But sometimes, I am such a git!
- to think that I'm all grown up and
there isn't much to understand.
I think that such pride will be felled
by people who've learned to be held.
So back on the track here today..
There's more than sunshine in the way.
I wonder if wand'rer could say
in two hours time, that he's ok.
Yup…
Around about 12:34
This here's the sight that I then saw;
The speed was too fast,
but I knew that at last
I'm nearing a township once more:
And sure enough, I just had time to order a flat white, and a steak, cheese, and cracked-pepper pie from the Rochester Bakery, and get it down before the bus returning from Echuca towards Bendigo pulled in, and I hopped on (no eating or drinking allowed in the bus).
Friendly driver. I asked him how Echuca was, and he asked me when I got into Rochester. It's fun sharing God's world with other humans eh?
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