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Through My Eyes
Friday March 24
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( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with a thick layer of cloud. It is raining and amid the sound of the raindrops we can hear a sound faint at first then quite distinct. It is the night sounds that have begun again that rise up to us from the field. We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush among the rocks in a swirling streaking cascade around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the swish of the loosestrife stems and the sound of the raindrops on the pools of water that flicker in the twilight as each drop touches down and the rustle of the willows and rushes 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.
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