This time of year, I sometimes wake up to the sound of people arguing loudly in a hot air balloon just above my house.
After a few minutes, I figure what I’m actually hearing: a flock of Canada geese. My house is right on their migratory route, and hundreds of flocks fly past us, honking and yawping at each other to stay in touch. They fly thousands of miles every year. We should all be so good at navigating the world.
In a way, we can be. But only by tuning in very, very closely to what we Wayfinder coaches call our inner compasses. The one […]