Day three started with a meditation in the barn, i told my cottage in the country story followed by One in a Million by Chris Wood, this was intended to inspire and wake up some new avenues of inspiration, instead it sent most people in to tears, i was moved that they were moved, we were all moved. Its all about the creativity and the inspiration, kept simple it can idle for ever and a day, it can seduce even the hardest of hearts. A blue sky painted lunch as it was being served. Beetroot and orange salad, flipping hell! meanwhile in the real world life goes on. Here wasps are up and about, fly’s are all over the place and cows are looking over the hedge. I sit in the sun and watch the day’s thoughts drift into view, i want to hear some Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd took me to the countryside before i even knew it was there, i was out with the birds singing, each a different note, each song a perfect harmony. I was there with the frying bacon and the open window, i was there in those days, as i am here now. I walked again across the fields and listened to life as it really is, where time and motion stop. Cows stop. But the winds and the clouds keep moving, we are all moving life is motion. And on top of everything we are in space. Floating in space, nothing gets more defined than space. Who cares about the small things. Its easy being me today. I like what i see and what i smell, what i love and what i know. My book needs a polish, but the sun beckons my face to its rays which constantly flicker from above, tripping between clouds puffed up like sailors chests. Tonight Rubarb crumble and fish pie almost in that order. Great songs everywhere too, and a sunset of many golden colours. In the barn the sound of fun and laughter, in my room snoring and spiders on night manoeuvres. I wake up and there they are pretending to be asleep.