My good woman woke early with me in Orange, and dropped me off at Wellington around 7:30am on her way to Dubbo where she'll be for 2 days.
From Maccas in Wello, I walked over the road and an ol' bloke "Andy" was coming out of his knife sharpening and mechanics workshop. He said he was doing his walk late this morning, so he'd walk with me to the river. He filled up my empty water bottle for me in his workshop, and we were off. He's soon to retire, sell up, and head North to Emu Park, Queensland (which happens to be where I used to go to the beach, when as a kid I grew up in Rockhampton).
He also had a little electric outboard motor (a water snake) for his fishing skiff, which I'm looking into for someone.
His advice as we parted was "Walk on the right side. Don't walk with the traffic coming up your arse." Good insight I reckon.
On the way out of Wello,
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Talk with a couple of mates who ring up. Make a coffee apointment for tommorrow morning at Wongarbon, and a potential one for this arvo by the road side, off the back of another mate's ute.
I was talking with, and thinking with, my good woman, as we travelled to Wellington this morning, and later this morning with a mate on the phone about people's different ways of processing life and interacting.
I'm an external processor. When I don't understand something I talk about it with people, as a way of processing the topic, and my emotions associated with it, hearing other views on it, to come to understand and respond to it more fully.
I am gathering that other people have developed other ways of doing life. An internal processor, I'm told, processes internally, and won't talk about a topic unless they understand it. There are enough people giving their opinions about things they know nothing about already.
How on Earth can people as diffetent as this learn to contribute together as gifts to each other, to make a whole that is richer for the diversity of its parts, and encompassed view-points?
So far I can see a few ways to journey forward with others in a world like this:
Commit myself to my (& OUR) faithful creator, to work along with creative love to become the best me I can be (this will be modeling, and sharing notes from the journey, to aid others who are on that journey too)
By never just spuiking " "Well I think…", as a way of saying my opinion on a topic. (There are enough people giving their opinions about things they know nothing about already!) Unless my opinion is asked for, don't give it.
Ask others for their opinions, and then ask for the bases of them, and ask questions that will help me weigh the evidence for any possible conclusions reached by them or me.
(Wow, I just realized, this could be a kind of seed-bed for a worthwhile novel. - Chris? or Katrina?)
10:30am about 11km out of Wellington, at Philipsons Road,
The man who owns the triangular block behind this corner post just drove up to check how & what I was doing here… Nice enough bloke, and his passenger just looked over his shoulder, from a big vehicle with a trailer on. All ok.
Take off again, about 11:15am, back on the road.
Some people, and some thoughts, may appear to trying to be contrary.
When in fact half, or more, of the message has come from our head, or our interpretive lens.
This picture shows a property sign I just passed. It says TARWONG.
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I immediately thought of those signs facing the wrong way on highway off-ramps: "Go back. You are going the wrong way", with an alternative wording being "Go back. You are going TARWONG way.
Should I turn back now?
And next there is this lane (I took the photo from the other side of the sign, that had the sun on it).
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I could more satisfyingly draw from this, that "This is TAWONG LANE" and not feel that I had to go down it.
Afternoon meditation on WISDOM (GoogleDoc)
Around 2pm a farmer/shearer coming out of his property offered me a lift into town. I said no, it's a walk (pilgrimage), he offered me $50. I said not for me, but for Movember. Whereupon he took back the offer, "What's Movember?" When I explained he took a QR code scan of the code on my blog, and tried it with Paypal, but it wasn't set up properly, tried it with his eftpos card but it didn't work. He was running out of time. He said he'll give it a go later. Hope he can make it work. We talked about Darwin. He's been there twice already this year. I forgot to get a photo if him. Hope we meet again.
Made it to Geurie
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Bought a coffee and a pie,
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put my feet up in the park across the road, and
try to make another 3-5 km to shorten tomorrow's walk a little, until my good woman picks me up in about an hour..
Onto a few mates by phone, then Garry passes me on his way home to Wellington fro working at a carwash in Dubbo. He does a Uey, and comes back to see if I'm ok, or need a lift somewhere.
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Finding out I'm trying to make k's & I'm not stuck for somewhere to sleep on what looks like it might be a cold night, he gets the address of this blog & leaves me to it. Thanks for your human concern Garry. Good to talk, though briefly. Reminds me of a neighbour in one of Yeshua's stories.
Soon after, I pass the 25D (25 km to Dubbo) sign (which means I've passed the half way mark, of the 50km between Wellington and Dubbo. Then within a couple of hundred metres my good woman beeps the horn…
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