Deep within the Amazon rainforest, perhaps it was destiny, maybe our sacred mother felt the force at which I fell to my knees begging for her forgiveness for a human race whose insatiable appetite was no longer content with her sweet milk, choosing instead to devour her body. It could be that it stemmed from a decade of being in service to the Amazon, to the Andes and to many other biodiverse rich regions, battling in boardrooms for benevolent change. Whatever the reason, I was given a gift, only it came with no note, no instruction manual and no return label. It would take some years to discover its wonder as I gently felt for the edges and unwrapped its delicate layers. The inner treasure, something I now willingly share, but one to be experienced and explored rather than foretold.