As i write these words my son is a little under a day old. Everything changes, that’s what they tell you, all the friends who have started down this journey before us, our relatives, elders. There are emotions unlocked inside me, an almost physical new presence, sometimes quiescent, sometimes flooding over me, triggered by the banal miracles - the sound of a breath, a gurgle, just the telling of the story of the birth. ... (more)