We acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the land on which we live, The Gundungurra and Darug tribes, and pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.
Before they fell in love, they were friends.
They sang together, they made each other laugh, they had each other’s backs.
They never went too deep, but always knew.
Some parts of their stories needed to come to an end.
Some bridges needed burning so there was never any way back.
The eagle knocked on her window when he was free.
He was tired and cold.
He had forgotten that he was made of magic and fire and sunlight.
The wolf had forgotten her magic too.
She was a sad wolf, stuck inside and she had forgotten the moon and stars.
It waited for her.
It called for her.
She stood up, and opened the window.
When she saw it, she howled.
She too was free.
And when eagle and the wolf opened their eyes they saw each other.
“Will you walk with me, Eagle?”
“Will you fly with me, Wolf?”