September 17

(At our sacred place again! It's gently raining and we can hear the sound as the drops land on the branches above as we quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. We can hear the gurgling of a seep on the hill below and the rush of the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam through the field on its way to the spirit tree near our studio. The night sounds are all around us in a great chorus that ebbs and swells in the moist air 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 September 17 * (At our sacred place again! It's gently raining and we can hear the sound as the drops land on the branches above as we quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. We can hear the gurgling of a seep on the hill below and the rush of the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam through the field on its way to the spirit tree near our studio. The night sounds are all around us in a great chorus that ebbs and swells in the moist air 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. Through my eyes