The other day I woke up and I felt like I had been buried.

I noticed my energy as I walked to the shop.

It was so different to how I had been feeling just a few days ago.

My grandfather came from poverty.

His father committed suicide when he was a boy and he became the bread winner of the family at 13, working in a bleaching mill in Lancashire.

We associate high stake business deals with industries that the systems of our world can no longer sustain, ones that pollute, intoxicate, lead to our perish.

But the world is calling for something else.

Your life is high stakes. What are you willing to exchange your life for, your precious time for?

When I was away on a mini solo retreat I was obsessed with the daffodils.

They were so bright and shining and unapologetically happy.

Confident, radiant and certain.