Through My Eyes                                              



Friday September 23

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( Our sacred place after another  tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show.  The ground is cool and dry beneath us with a faint bit of wetness from the evening dew.  Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows over tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam to rush down  casting glittering foam  among  the rocks then swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. The night sounds continue all around us and we can hear the the birds singing, first one short phrase then another as they perch and fly amid the branches.  We can hear the rustle as the deer move among the dry grass tussocks and stems of loosestrife and the creaking of the trunks of spirit  trees on the hill as they 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.