April 14

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with a thick layer of cloud. It's raining and we can hear the soft patter of the raindrops as they fall on the branches above and drip down to the grass and needles below. All around us we can hear the chorus of night sounds that fill the air with their wondrous melody as they have for nights beyond count.We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush onto the rocks with tossing gleaming foam then swirls around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the dark watersoaked field on it's way on past the spirit trees near our studio. In it's midst we can hear a faint swishing sound as it flows among some newly placed twigs of honeysuckle; Beaver has begun building again! We can hear the Canada geese as they fly on their way to shelter for the night. Above us we can hear the stir of the branches as they begin to move 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...)


	Through My Eyes Friday April 14 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with a thick layer of cloud. It's raining and we can hear the soft patter of the raindrops as they fall on the branches above and drip down to the grass and needles below. All around us we can hear the chorus of night sounds that fill the air with their wondrous melody as they have for nights beyond count.We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush onto the rocks with tossing gleaming foam then swirls around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the dark watersoaked field on it's way on past the spirit trees near our studio. In it's midst we can hear a faint swishing sound as it flows among some newly placed twigs of honeysuckle; Beaver has begun building again! We can hear the Canada geese as they fly on their way to shelter for the night. Above us we can hear the stir of the branches as they begin to move 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.