My good woman let me out of the car this morning, but she didn't let me down. In fact her whole demeanour is increasingly building up. Sharing life with her got me thinking…
Morning meditation:
Beautiful countyside. A feast for the eyes and ears and skin. What a lovely day to be walking in the country.
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The cool doesn't matter so much when you are walking.. 9am.
Wow. This live tree is a study of awe in three dimensions, yet that is exactly what this photograph doesn't pass on.
I start to get a feel for why The God of the Hebrews would stipulate that they were to have no lifeless, dead, (even mimicing life) images of the living God in their temple, because they lacked the most essential characteristic, life ( that is not just biological, but creative love). And he had already placed images of himself there. The human priests. I want to say "Come & see this, live with me, don't think you get it when you've just seen these stupid, trucated 2D, still, pictures on my blog. The reality is deeper, richer, lovelier, scarier, beautifuller…
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To lie with back on earth and feet on trunk
of gum that's being moved about by wind,
and know that other notions you'd debunked,
and any branch might fall and leave you pinned..
And feel the "to and fro" in two seconds,
and know the size and strength, the pow'r and poise.
It somehow calls me out. It kind of beckons
with nothing but a leafy groaning noise.
They're quite attuned to wind, these trees must be,
so, as I feel the movement in this one
it makes me think of all plants in the breeze
their waving, dancing, having so much fun.
I start to understand those ancient psalms
more fully, from a time when people slept
or lived outside at times, and waved their arms
to catch attention, and at times they wept
and groaned, and trees at times must keep this faith
that's open to both dancing in the breeze
and groaning, giving others living space.
On Earth they live on light, wind, water. Trees.
Off again at ten.
Then stumble on another place of rest:
for others here commemorate what's blessed
them to enable walking through this nest,
this womb, or pilgrim passage, with more zest!
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An old mate from days at Broken Hill and Dubbo days is travelling to Mudgee from Canowindra today. He might come through Stuart Town and catch up. Hope he does. I've pushing to make it there before he catches up, if he does, and here I am on it's skirts..
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I'll try to make it to the railway station, in case the pub isn't open yet at noon, and we have to go to Wello for some lunch. Maybe I can catch the train back from Wellington and then walk a few more kms (though the net says it's fully booked).??
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Yes, i make it to the hotel. It doesn't open till 3 on Wednesdays and as I talk with some locals and an old bloke called Tom i find there's nothing else open in town before 3pm, it's just after noon.
I thank Tom, and walk to the Railway station in case I can end up using a train to help me get back from Wellington. My mate arrives as I get to the railway station and we travell together to Wellington, look at some housing there where he stayed as a 5 yr old, as a ward of the state, then grab a sausage roll and ginger beer etc. He drops me back at the station and i am able to procure a ticket back, though the train will be at least an hour late. Time enough to write this, then hopefully, I can knock some kms off tomorrow's walk before my good woman picks me up at dusk.
Well, the train came to the station at Wellington a bit before 4:30pm, and I was out at the Stuart Town Station around 4:50pm. A quick pic of the Railway Station..
..and down the road to the left to try to knock off some kms from tomorrow's walk.
A lovely time to walk, right through sunset!
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Then at about the 6 km mark, my good woman picked me up and we drove home to a leaking tap, dinner, shower, and bed!
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