I parked in a stranger's field after the retreat. Long driveway, racehorses, the kind of property that communicates, without saying a word, that the person who owns it has done very well. He fed the horses and went inside. I sat in my chair under the awning and thought: who's richer?

I gathered up a collection of artworks and drove them to an auction house. I drove home, walked back in, and it felt completely wrong. Within the hour I was back in the car.

A client said to me: I connected to something really powerful. And then life got busy, and I lost it. How do I keep it? It's one of the most important questions there is.

I was talking to a woman who was heading to Dorset with her family. She was focused entirely on getting there. And I thought: she's already on the road trip. She just can't see it yet.

For most of my life, I performed. Not on a stage, in boardrooms. Then a couple of weeks ago I sang in public for the first time, and understood the difference.

One of the outrageous goals I set myself six years ago was to be able to dance in public without alcohol. That tells you something about where I was.

In a recent meditation, I asked myself a simple question. Where is awareness right now? And what does it actually feel like?