mudhay wawal / possum echo

If only we listen to what the mudhay / possum could teach us.

You call me a pest, but have you ever watched the stars with me? Have you felt the cool night air or witness the trust of leaping from branch to branch. I am the night watcher, the fruit thief, the mischief maker in your roof, survivor of the old gums lost. Holding a deep connection to the rhythms of the bush and the echoes of environment.