August 19

( Our sacred place after another quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick layer of cloud. The air is heavy with water of the coming rain and the ground is wet beneath us. All about us we can hear the wondrous chorus of night sounds that fills the air with sacred music as it has for thousands of years. We can hear the stream as it rushes over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam from the gleaming pool onto the rocks and around the island on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle among the grass as a being seeks shelter for the night and the sound of the first few drops of rain falling on branches above that sway 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 August 19 * ( Our sacred place after another quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick layer of cloud. The air is heavy with water of the coming rain and the ground is wet beneath us. All about us we can hear the wondrous chorus of night sounds that fills the air with sacred music as it has for thousands of years. We can hear the stream as it rushes over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam from the gleaming pool onto the rocks and around the island on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle among the grass as a being seeks shelter for the night and the sound of the first few drops of rain falling on branches above that sway 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.