Stephen's Story 26-11-07 Oran's breakfast...

Sitting on a hill in Italy 7.30am. Sun rising across the hills. Mist rising from the valley. I feel a burst of happy energy. I light a log fire and do yoga for the first time in six months. I meditate (I must be the world's worst meditator) and eat the remains of my son's breakfast. He has just gone to the airport with his mother, Lauren, and I nearly cry. When he's here we hardly see him and now he's gone back to school in America until Christmas.

I sit and ponder ideas for Musgrave's next promotion. Some new shapes for my pottery for January and details for a spa in Athlone. They are all threads of the same stream of consciousness. When I design I try to be part of where the universe is at the moment and to express it. So all of my work today has a unity, a common theme. I don't think ideas come from me - it's like I am a conduit and dip into the universal consciousness as best I can. Maybe every action in the universe affects this and it's just a question of how open we are to the process.

Love Stephen