May 12

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick layer of glowing cloud. It is raining, a fine mist that prickles against our faces and runs down our hair. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam in vast warm brown sheets to course high up against it's banks of dark moist earth on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. All around us we can hear the wondrous chorus of the night sounds and the birds as they fly among the trees. Down in the field we can hear the swish as water droplets fall from the willow and loosestrife that stir 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 May 12 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick layer of glowing cloud. It is raining, a fine mist that prickles against our faces and runs down our hair. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam in vast warm brown sheets to course high up against it's banks of dark moist earth on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. All around us we can hear the wondrous chorus of the night sounds and the birds as they fly among the trees. Down in the field we can hear the swish as water droplets fall from the willow and loosestrife that stir 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.