September 24

(Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. We can hear scuffling through the grass as Groundhog makes his way to his hole and the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam on it's way to the spirit tree by the studio. Below us on the hill a seep gurgles among the loosestrife and fern. All about us we can hear the night sounds above the evening wind as it rustles the branches. 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 24 * (Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. We can hear scuffling through the grass as Groundhog makes his way to his hole and the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam on it's way to the spirit tree by the studio. Below us on the hill a seep gurgles among the loosestrife and fern. All about us we can hear the night sounds above the evening wind as it rustles the branches. 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.