Made a whole pot of tea, and then the first sip a wince - how has my organic litre gone sour already? Makes me do a double take about buying glassed bottled fancy organic milk rather than the plastic clad stuff that literally lasts for a month in the fridge. The day began heavy - in the garden no less where I noticed this shadowy part start to crush my spirits - tell me how shit and lazy I am. This ‘Lionel’ fella - hello Lionel. He has told me this many times before - never in service of my life rather in service of my doom and demise - that feeling of burnout - that burns all the way from the inside, outside. It’s these insidious voices that can eat me alive - get me to Point Despair faster than believable - and yet today, I noticed them, they, he, she. All of you can belong because yes, there is a threat over my business, and yes the dower conversation I had yesterday about it presses heavily on me - I cannot deny that. And, I do not need to succumb to this voice. I am home free, safe. My value is not in my business or in my land, my children, or my coaching, or my ageing body. It’s in my essence - that part that imparts life wherever it goes, whomever it’s with. And knowing this on a morning where life is calling me to make bean ferments and write is the thing I must take to heart most.