A noisy cockatoo squawks her way down the valley and lands ceremoniously atop a she-oak… it bends and sways under her weight but still she lets our her cry. Haunting and soulful it floats on the breeze. I wonder where her mate is as she cocks her head to one side. Her yellow cheeks flushed and her sweet little crest feathers ruffle in todays winter winds.

It’s as though she has come out of last night’s dark sky and moonless night, speckled with stars that stretch across time. My thoughts deepen as I think of this new moon cycle and the month ahead and what it is I wish to bring into fruition… a fresh project, a strengthening of character or perhaps learning a new skill? It is all there to blossom with just some awareness and intention and of course some inspired action… this new moon phase.

No seed pods for stripping the female Glossy Black lets out one more shriek before gracefully taking flight and continues down the valley taking with her my thoughts and giving my intentions wings so they may spread across the sky…

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