Through My Eyes                                              



Friday June 3

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( Our sacred place again!  We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with cloud. The air is heavy with the coming rain. We can hear the raccoons purring down by the stream and the night sounds faintly here and there rise up from the field. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows from the gleaming pool beneath a cloud of tree blossom husks crowded against the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam to rush down onto the rocks on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. On the hill we can hear the deer as they move among the multiflora and native plants . Just in front of us a bright green light blazes then disappears as a glowing winged being makes it's way down the hill to where hundreds of moving lights glow and flicker among the tussocks that rustle in 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