Through My Eyes                                              



Friday September 9

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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. All around us the night sounds fill the air in a wondrous chorus. The ground is dry with just a bit of moisture from the evening dew. We can hear the  faint sound of  the first leaves  gently floating into the tightly woven branches of Beavers dam  in the stream as it flows onto the rocks to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio.  Among the needles we hear the rustling as a being seeks shelter for the night. Down in the field we can hear the sound of the countless stems of goldenrod glowing in the twilight swaying  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.