September 2

( Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still alight from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is still moist beneath us from the week's rain. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam onto the glistening rocks to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. All about us we can hear the night sounds filling the air with a wondrous song. Above us we can hear birds sing and the flutter of their wings as they fly among the branches. Up in the Grove the blooming yarrow sways 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 September 2 * ( Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still alight from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is still moist beneath us from the week's rain. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam onto the glistening rocks to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. All about us we can hear the night sounds filling the air with a wondrous song. Above us we can hear birds sing and the flutter of their wings as they fly among the branches. Up in the Grove the blooming yarrow sways 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.