Through My Eyes                                               Friday  June 27                                                                                                                                          * (At the sacred place. We can smell the damp cedar needles as we quietly rest.   At the base of the hill the deer are moving through the loosestrife canes and they rustle as the evening wind begins.  As always, it's a bit chilly. Brr..let's stay a while longer and watch as the Tenger fill your mirror with pictures that change moment by moment.  Then you focus... )                                                                 * courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.    Through my eyes