What is new? Every second flares shiny new in the fire of the time in which we burn. I thought I'd use this page to etherise my experiences teaching Yoga at the Sunrise Festival, Jivanmukti in New York, a sauna in Vermont ... but that was all summer stuff, and now as the November Vayus lap at the house, it's all long past its sell-by date. The everyday surprise of walking past Jonathan Cainer in the magical desert emptiness of Sunrise, the rather irritated wonder at Bob Dylan's music manifesting in the humid New York air as I poured myself into Virabhadrasana 3 on the sweat-pooled rubber floor of the Yoga-porn emporium which is Jivanmukti in New York, and the awe at seeing baby snakes snuggle into the fresh water tank created in the rocks in the mountain above Mary's house in Vermont, and the not unnatural fear that the same sweet reptiles might appear out of the taps when I went to brush my teeth - well, now it's all just cold ashes in the grate. I lopped the end of my finger off while chopping the wood for the health and safety hazard that was the sauna but it regenerated within ten days. And that mountain will all be under snow now.

What's new here in Glastonbury is the branches of the trees appearing from behind their golden rain of leaves. There's more sky now, though we have less time to see it. If there's anyone out there actually reading this then I suggest they go and look at the sky instead. It's all there.