we are asleep with compasses in our hands*
On Authenticity and New-Year-New-You
On Christmas, my wife gave me a gift of high-powered birding binoculars.
I’ve written about this here — how, at a certain age, some/many of us find ourselves suddenly compelled by birding, even if we’ve never done it before; we have a desire to look at what is outside ourselves, at creatures that have a freedom that we do not, at that which is a harbing…
