You'll hear all about it – and my thoughts about this particular 29-day practice when I get back. I can feel the moon diminishing into drakness again. Time to let go of everything that no longer serves you – and time to start afresh.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with a photo of a heron in our local estuary. Like all animals it wasn't aware of deadlines, duties or anything like that. It was busy hunting. It was fascinating to watch how the heron moved stealthily, always with attention to where its shadow was falling so that it didn't spook its prey. Very elegant. And I believe it is lucky to see a white heron. (It's called a white heron, even though it is actually grey.) There is a Maori saying: "A white heron flies only once." Meaning it is a lucky thing to see. It wasn't flying, but I do feel lucky to have seen it.