April 8

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking into the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is still moist and cool beneath us from all the rain. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam in great sheets of green to swirl into wondrous jewelled frothing patterns over the rocks below. The deer bound out from behind the multiflora and we can hear them as they move among the dried grass piled in big heaps here and there over the field. We can hear the song of the birds amid the great wondrous chorus of night sounds that ebbs and swells all around us . Above us we can hear the Canada geese and the sound of their wings moving through the evening wind as it begins. As always it's just a bit chilly. Brr..let's rest here awhile sharing our week with each other and talk of our future plans together. But first, let's look in your mirror! You focus...)


	Through My Eyes Friday April 8 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking into the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is still moist and cool beneath us from all the rain. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam in great sheets of green to swirl into wondrous jewelled frothing patterns over the rocks below. The deer bound out from behind the multiflora and we can hear them as they move among the dried grass piled in big heaps here and there over the field. We can hear the song of the birds amid the great wondrous chorus of night sounds that ebbs and swells all around us . Above us we can hear the Canada geese and the sound of their wings moving through the evening wind as it begins. As always it's just a bit chilly. Brr..let's rest here awhile sharing our week with each other and talk of our future plans together. But first, let's look in your mirror! You focus...) * courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions. Through my eyes