Through My Eyes                                              



Friday September 30

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( Our sacred place after another  tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still alight from the Tenger's blazing show.  The ground is cool and moist beneath us and the air is crisp in our nostrils. Down in the field we can hear the sound of the stream at it floats the leaves over the pool to the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam then rushes down onto the rocks in a sparkling torrent to swirl on past the stones and plants of the island on its way past the spirit trees near our studio. Above us the birds are singing among the branches and we can yet hear the chorus of the night sounds though they are somewhat quieter now. In the dark shadows beneath the trees and plants we can see glowing lights upon the ground.  Among them the needles stir 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.