Following The Sun...
The Bedingfeld arms where we have been staying, is a very nice home indeed, for a couple of days...
We have slept two nights in a four poster bed, and enjoyed our dinner last night by a log fire...
This morning we ran again in the land of pheasants flying up with sudden flapping flight; squirrels darting across the road and up the trees, nimble, light... Inspiring me in their freedom of movement
I am always inspired by animals and their bodies supple power... And their acceptance when injured or ill... Quiet surrender.
The skies are grey, and it drizzled as we ran, but the air was warm and the countryside spectacular...
I love our green and pleasant land... But I am happy to have chosen to follow the fun, and in the main, the sun - and to be just an occasional visitor to my homeland...
Although of course I was born where the sun shines all the time... Africa, where I ran naked for the first four years if my life, could be considered my homeland...
The mind is an amazing tool, that has created the ability to fly wherever we desire, to connect with one another all over the world...
Anadi and I were talking yesterday of the robots who have been 'born' out of the brilliance of the human mind... Artificial intelligence has been created, and it is becoming faster at thinking than we are...
It is predicted that my 2020 the average home computer will have the same thinking power as the human mind, and that by 2050 it will have a thinking capacity faster than the number of human minds on the planet...
This led us to wonder whether artificial intelligence will get to a point where it becomes conscious?
No one knows....
These ideas and information of future developments on the planet, simply re direct my own orientation ever inward to clearing anything that is stuck...
To freeing myself from any mind traps, to be free to use this amazing tool for the direction of ideas, creativity that emerges from consciousness and a sense of truth...
Later...
Anadi and I picked up Kay, his Mum, who lives half an hour from where we were staying, and we went out together for a lovely long lunch...
I heard some more about Anadi's life when he was growing up... It was a good conversation, open and honest... When Kay and I went to the loo at the end of the meal, she told me how glad she was to have been able to tell him more of how it was when he was little, and that she felt it had been a good lunch..
It was a very good lunch...
We hugged her goodbye and then raced down the M25, realising as we journeyed that we are not in Spain where eating happens til late at night... And so we arrived in Forest Row on the dot of 9 o' clock, as they were taking last food orders, for a late supper...
Before finishing our journeying by arriving back at beautiful Buxted Park, where we were warmly greeted by Gemma and James who made us feel very welcome, like returning travellers, returning friends...