She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other than her gloriousness. Think about that, these feathered admires do this all day long and have all the abundance they could ever imagine while soaring over this magical place we call Earth. You go girl, keep rocking it away on your high road.