why valker de road?

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A little more of trav'ling, and I see

and understand a bit more as I go,

what this whole thing has meant & means to me,

it's more intuitive than I have known.

I think that most of all it is for me,

a way of now responding well to what's

an invitation to creatively

join with creative love in what it's got

so far with this young human project which

is still at large, and coming to full term.

An invitation that may be an itch,

en-wombed as I am still, with much to learn.

A cell, or blastula, or embryo,

if not a fetus in this world of god(')s.

Creative love invites this sharing so

all of my ways, this road, are not at odds

with learning from creative love to show

its way within its world, that doesn't force,

but works to hear and see what is the go

in ways we understand, more than can "laws".

And Jesus Christ, my leader, understood,

and stood beneath creative love at work;

& said creative love was only good.

When he was called to suffer, didn't shirk.

For knowing well the joy that would ensue,

as woman labouring to bear a child,

creative love helped him see what to do.

I'm learning from him life untamed and wild.

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Yee har!

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Not so much micro-organizing..

 A way'v Life

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I'm doing life extemporane-yus-ly.

That means, I'm told: it's spoken or it's 

done 

without the planning often done, you see

it doesn't mean that one way is more fun,

or is the only way to truth (there be,)

or life, or love, or symbiosis with

all others that we meet on earth or sea.

It simply means that though with kin and kith,

I'm doing life extemporane-yusly-

ish.

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Day 4... This morning and early arvo:

A lovely walk, 

A lady ran up behind me in the street, to see my sign, and we had a good chat. Then via phone I've been

talking for various times throughout the day, so far with my mum, and some good friends. 

I added an "L" plate (that I found on the edge of the road), to the bottom of my walking sign today, since, I thought that is what I am, before anything else, a lifelong LEARNER.

Also got to think about my motivation(s) for this walk. Might be able to put them up tonight, or in the next few days.

I followed some threads for food or accomodation, and so far I'm at a little "clean" (they don't use superphosphate) farm, which sells berries and prepared food. The caretaker has looked after me and will check with the owner if I can doss down somewhere here for the night. Else I've got about 6 km into the next little town with not much accomodation that I can see.

Met some folk who spent a lot of time with Zen communities in the USA

This led me to realize the next post:

Day 3, at the end.

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A long day, with some lovely spots. Amazing serendipities, coming on the back of considering how I learn from God, what it means to have him as my teacher.  Some good phone calls to family/ friends. A fun thing to do on a walk. 

I ended up going through and thinking about the second & 3rd little storylets in Mark's set of about 100 little storylets. This got me thinking about the difference between having a test, being tempted, and being subjected to a pest. (See post above..)

And a number of lirtle jingles and ditties recorded as I walked. 

Wow, only ~28km today, from the Black Horse Hotel/Motel in Bulla, to the Gisborne Motel. Very sore feet. A big blood blister on one heel. Went a few less tried paths to cut off a km. or two. Didn't work much, but at least it wasn't longer.

The motel didn't have food, but said it was only a few minutes walk to get pasta or a pie, or other food. It turned out to be a good half an hour walk, with some additional road works and detours thrown in… i was feeling sorry for myself. So while I waited for a pub meal I thought it through a bit more… again, see the post above..

Another patron just offered to drop me back to the Motel. I am glad. Thank you God!

See how we go in the morning. Don't want to do more than 25km. But we'll see.

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My sore feet, and other's mistakes of judgement.. What to do?

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The "5 min walk" to get a pie or pasta, ended up a minimum of a few km, with additional road works and detours in the middle. 

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When trials come upon us in our lives,

then from one point of view they are a test,

or training that could not be realized,

by staying in my comfort zone at rest.

So help me God, recalling this is so,

to not resist, complain, and winge, or beef,

but in a deeper way come more to know

it in my being, not to get relief!

But thanks to love's own purposes & ways

it doesn't want one second more of pain

than will achieve the best in me with grace.

It wants to help and maximize the gain.

But other views of suffering and pain,

exist, and motivations differ too.

Some people want to punish, not to gain.

To see someone be hopeless, not renewed.

Oh God, I'm glad that you aren't like this with

a creature made by you. You hope they'll thrive,

Your presence with us hopes, and is a gift

above all others. I'm glad you're alive,

and are a father/ mother to us all.

You want to be more known, & want that too

for us as we grow up, even this Paul,

to grow up loving, and to grow up true.

So here I am. Please give your wisdom for

decisions I must make along the way

about a break, or go a little more.

Your motives help me not to run, but stay.

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Day 3 (of this leg)

 My feet were very sore yesterday morning.  . . A trip in a bus, train, bus, then walking, and my pack, though smallish, was heavy. 

A waitress in the restaurant last night has a partner who goes to Bendigo 2 times a week, who has taken about 1/3 of the load (like my pattery charger, 2nd pair of long pants, etc), to drop at my son & daughter-in-law's place in Bendigo; so I'm hoping to make it the 28km to  the Gisborne Motel tonight. The payment glitched last night, and I don't know if it worked. I'll have to ring the Motel owner this morning as I walk.

Read (& tried to mean it to God, well, addressed it to God) a walker's prayer this morning.

Started learning something about being taught by God, (or letting him grow me up to be more like this person from whom all personhood is derived) while I was walking yesterday... see how that goes today.

As I get going. will try meditating on (the next storylet in Mark, about) the life of someone who went (the opposite to Adam and Eve who went into hiding, instead of) walking with God, in a country under occupation.

Off we go!

a walker's prayer

 (with time to think on a rest day..)

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O God you're true, if every man's a liar*.

You keep your word, you're faithful, you uphold

the universe. Your word moves, to  inspire,

to give to others "being", which is gold.

At least one set of be-ings I've met would

be given more by you, if they'd receive

and grow this gift (in partnership with Good) -

you promise them "much more", if they'd believe…

They'd have to let you God lead on, and go

for walks with you to share your kind of life

& love (with God….)  it sounds a "steal" I know, 

but having children is your big delight!

And raising them from cell to woman/ man -

that's what you'd spend your life, and word, and breath

on doing - this not only 'coz you can,

you love it, and would do it to your death -

but since your life was here before all things,

and death is a late-comer to your show

(brought by the very ones you gave being

so you could raise them more). I think I know -

You'll do away with Death! Wow, what a step

it seems to us, since death is our "sure thing".

The possibilities have shifted, leapt,

bounced forward, if you are that Dad, who sings

sweet songs to get inside our hearts and hopes,

while we're still in this womb world, & can't see

your face at all, and though we're small, and dopes,

you understand, and love. Please walk with me!

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*  responsive love conceived this line of thought.. 

The troubadour announced it and explained 

to folk who knew some literature by heart 

(from it analogies were drawn, and tamed)

his reasoning was teamed, right at the start,

with a responsive love, that won't coerce,

but lets folk come on close, though they're corrupt,

in order to spread more & to disperse

the seeds of this good life, till they erupt -

as they are wont to do. Creative life

has magic in it deeper than just spells.

That word which you have heard around is rife

and works still 'coz it sits, it hears, and dwells.

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