I sat at the bird hide, watching the moorhen sail silently on the wetland. Their grace and the stillness of the water felt so calming. Suddenly, a cacophony of clucking bird call and fluttering feather descended behind me. And there they were – a loud flock of guinea fowl.

I can’t explain to you what a gift it is to happen upon wild fowl in the city. These elusive creatures have been leaving remnants of their presence all over. For weeks I’ve been finding feathers in my garden, around my neighbourhood and at the various parks and nature spaces where I gather wild stories. So to finally see them was just too precious.

As spirit animals, guinea fowls represent protection and groundedness. Watching them as they browsed the grasses and feasted on seeds, they reminded me of a tribe of soul sisters chattering, trading stories and sharing secrets. The saying “Birds of a feather flock together” never rang more true than in that moment. It is a beautiful thing to be in the company of soul sisters and to have the love and support of a like-minded tribe. So many dreams are made with the support of fellow believers standing beside you – soul connections who are there to cheer you on, who believe in you and have so much faith in your ability to manifest the vision in your heart.