Monday, 29 August 2022

COVID?!



Got a few dry coughs last night, then more on a car trip this morning. PCR this arvo says I'm RSV negative, and Flue negative. But COVID 19 POSITIVE.


RATS!


Just working out who else in the household might have it, and where I can be isolated...




Creative love might seem to have left, but I don't believe that for one second!


Apparently, some of the most important causal elements in the world can be, for various reasons, invisible to people at any  given time, but can still be present, effective, and affective e.g. 

  • Parents to a human being en utero.

  • Our own brains (before scans were developed)

  • Friendship,  jealousy …

  • Hatred, vengeance …

  • Unconditional positive regard

  • Civic duty

  • Treason etc.


Why not the same for creative love within a Universe where adventure, and choice can occur as well? In fact that makes the most sense to me!



Some reflections on this…



Sunday, 28 August 2022

Week Two of break

 

Week Two:


Then back at home with a very pregnant daughter and son-in-law (& their daughter), blessing us with their presence, as they await the birth of their new son (or brother).

Back in my old stomping ground … without my high-viz shirt/ coat on… can't stop (and don't want to, really) cogitating on what takes human life to the next level or dimension of experience. So, the pilgrimage is continuing, while I'm in a break. How good.


Some sad news about neighbours spreading gossip about their near neigbours, simply because they are trying to build a different culture to the secretive, self-satisfied, fearful culture around them. Learning from creative love to bless instead of curse, those who "despitefully use you". Learning how to bless and be a blessingfrom Yeshua and his ambassadors, who could pray for his (and their)  powerful jealous murderers, "Father, forgive them, for they don't really know what they are doing". Oh, God, i have so far to go, to grow - like that!


Tomorrow is the due date for the next grandson's birth. God's speed (which sometimes appears to humanity to be very, very slow) little one!



Sunday, 21 August 2022

Week One of break...

Week One:


My dear woman & our baby grandson born in Dubbo, one (or a few) day old:

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I'm a Grand-daddy again!

Watching older siblings learn to love younger siblings who get a lot of their parents' attention, that they themselves used to get. Instead of being jealous and insecure. This somehow helped clarify the concept of not trying to be the parent/ judge of our other immature brothers and sisters. Led to these thoughts on judging others in the human family, as though we were the creator of the Universe & humanity.



Sunday, 14 August 2022

Break in the treck!

 



Break in the treck 

At about 1:15pm, I found out that I have a new grandson born in Dubbo early this morning. So, as I said to my wife at the start, I'll not go on just now. Michael and Robyn have agreed to look after the trolley for me, till I get back either in 3 or 4 weeks, or Autumn next year. And, Michael has kindly offered to drive me all the way to Lightning Ridge to catch the NSW Countrylink coach that leaves at 8:50am, and should deposit me in Dubbo tomorrow for a late lunch.


How helpful. Thanks Michael. Thanks creative love.


This has been an amazing trip so far. I've had an amazing time with my major walking partner (creative love)  with various other walking partners who have joined in for bits from South cape Tazzy to Saint George Qld. I've met amazing people along the way. I've seen amazing parts of the country. Thanks for any way you have communicated with me and encouraged me or contributed by joining with creative love yourself along the way. 


Thanks too for any gifts any of you have given to the work of MOVEmber in researching and helping with Men's mental health and prostate cancer research, or to the Bible Society in preserving good scholarship and textual critics and translators to make that ancient story available to any cultures and individuals who want to align with creative love, recording the experiences of other individuals throughout the milenia as they interacted with creative love, within (and at times against), communities of practice.


MO MOVEmber Pilgrimage:


and supporting the Bible Society as one way to work on keeping this ancient text which has been the basis of the good which Western Civilization brought to the world, & which still holds & transmits meaning (via story) for us today.




Hope to let this blogsite know every week how things are progressing till I know when I actually plan to start up again. (but at the moment I'm expecting sometime next month, or March/April 2023).


Feel free to contact me personally, or leave a message: 0419919241 (though this number has since changed)


Sunday - rest the feet today.


Early morning meditation time. 


Today's "call to follow suit".


Rest those weary feet!


Let the washing dry. Join in life with some people open to creative love. I'll join with the Anglicans & Lutherans at 8:30am, and then a bunch called Bush Disciples at 10am, and see where things go from there.


Enjoyed considering carefully what I heard at both get togethers. Some thoughts came about a chicken called Pecky, that was mentioned during a kids talk.


A lovely time meeting new people who were interested, & very interesting:, Annette, Ken, John(?), Rhonda; and Scott, Roy (with wife Jan). 


At the end, i "happened to meet a family of other visitors who were keen to talk, then get tips about feeding the minds of and training their children to tune in themselves to creative love, using the avenue of allowing the stories in the scriptures to be accessible to their inquiring minds, and to influence their choices. It was fun talking with them briefly. Here is a 1hr plan we have found helpful for that story-telling focus on creative love through the stories of the scriptures, especially focusing on Yeshua.

God's speed Tom & Lizzy and children.


Then Monday morning the plan was for Michael to pick me up for a day of walking without the trolley at 7am. Then he'll pick me up at 4pm and take me to buy a Telstra SIM card by 4:30pm, before they shut.




a chicken named "PECKY"


When chickens gain their pecking order by

the way they pick on others who're diff'rent.

They model life of humans who are ( sigh )

just living from their animalic bent.


Well, is it true that smartphones are "just phones"?

I'm int'rested to hear what you would say?

For specially folk who only want "the bones":

to ring up, and be rung; know not to play


with smart-phones ".. 'coz there's much more to them now!"

They know the difference, they just want a phone.

That's why a man I know has no friends, how

much easier to be with dog & bone?


So how do we take on and use our selves?

And use well all that we are made to do?

If phone is made for 5G, but we shelve

some 2G sim within it, well, it's true


it might still ring. But if we won't recharge

it ev'ry now and then, it won't work much.

It's meant to be connected to a large-

er network, so that you can keep in touch…


And if we treat it like a lesser thing,

sometimes the smart parts fuddle things a bit,

and if they're not updated and growing

they'll stop you in your tracks. You'll feel a git.


So live your life at level of a chook,

by instincts and desires, do your thing.

But otherwise I'd say to have a look

at Human 2 point oh, and start to sing!




call to follow suit*…



There's something in me, God, that really wants

to be appreciated and held high,

and loved, adored, as leader, dwelt upon

sometimes (or always) thought of with a sigh


of glad surrender, 'coz I've come at last,

the hoped and wished for one, been waited for.

I'd like to be Messiah, with no ghast-

ly, death and suffering, with mocking "jaw°".


And as he was macabrely "lifted high",

that's not with great appreciation's thrust,

but nailed with thieves and robbers, there to die,

a crucifiction's naked shame that must


be almost anti-thetical to my..

my hopes and dreams, desires to be seen,

exaltant and authoritative by

all those who watch, and know what this will mean!


To love another person, or a group,

you're living, for that time, within a world

where choƬces can exist, and when they do,

to love, especially when desire's curled


around the tree to focus and enflame

its motivating capabilities;

when love is chosen over that, the game

is changed. New space, new possibilities


emerge, and are created in that choice.

A new creation now occurs and we

on hearing and responding to this voice,

are following the maker, in love, free!




*  Then he said to them all, “If anyone wants to become my follower, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow me. Luke 9:23 NET

Now large crowds were accompanying Jesus, and turning to them he said, “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother, and wife and children, and brothers and sisters, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. Whoever does not carry his own cross and follow me cannot be my disciple. For which of you, wanting to build a tower, doesn’t sit down first and compute the cost to see if he has enough money to complete it? Otherwise, when he has laid a foundation and is not able to finish the tower, all who see it will begin to make fun of him. They will say, ‘This man began to build and was not able to finish!’ Or what king, going out to confront another king in battle, will not sit down first and determine whether he is able with ten thousand to oppose the one coming against him with twenty thousand? If he cannot succeed, he will send a representative while the other is still a long way off and ask for terms of peace. In the same way therefore not one of you can be my disciple if he does not renounce all his own possessions. “Salt is good, but if salt loses its flavor, how can its flavor be restored? It is of no value for the soil or for the manure pile; it is to be thrown out. The one who has ears to hear had better listen!” Luke 14:25‭-‬35 NET


° "jaw" (informal): gossip or chatter.

In the wake of these thoughts, after I had gone back to sleep and my alarm tone's soft music came on, the song I've been singing in my head along with it, morphed into this.