August 13

(Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky as the Tenger paint brilliant swaths of color across your mirror. It has been raining heavily and the ground is wet beneath us. The night sounds fill the air with a glorious sound and we can hear the rustle as the deer move through the loosestrife. Down below the stream surges over Beaver's dam and on through the field past the studio. We can feel the moist cool air on our faces as the evening wind 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 August 13 * (Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky as the Tenger paint brilliant swaths of color across your mirror. It has been raining heavily and the ground is wet beneath us. The night sounds fill the air with a glorious sound and we can hear the rustle as the deer move through the loosestrife. Down below the stream surges over Beaver's dam and on through the field past the studio. We can feel the moist cool air on our faces as the evening wind 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.