April 21

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow with the Tenger's brush strokes. All around us we can hear the night sounds filling the air. We can hear a splash as Beaver nudges another sprig of honeysuckle on the dam amid the branches he is beginning to weave together and the stream as it flows over them to rush down onto the rocks tossing up brilliant crystal foam above the brown red amber clear depths to swirl around the stones and plants of the island through the field on it's way on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the deer as they bound over the grass tussocks of the field and the growing yarrow on the hill as it rustles 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 21 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow with the Tenger's brush strokes. All around us we can hear the night sounds filling the air. We can hear a splash as Beaver nudges another sprig of honeysuckle on the dam amid the branches he is beginning to weave together and the stream as it flows over them to rush down onto the rocks tossing up brilliant crystal foam above the brown red amber clear depths to swirl around the stones and plants of the island through the field on it's way on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the deer as they bound over the grass tussocks of the field and the growing yarrow on the hill as it rustles 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.