July 2

(At our sacred place again! We rest quietly looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger are resting with us after their wondrous shows of the past few weeks. In the field below the night sounds have begun again and the fireflies fly here and there brilliant flickers of light among spires of grass in flower. The birds are singing all about us and we can hear the sound of the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam. The leaves of the trees on our precious snow mountain rustle 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...)


	Through My Eyes Friday July 2 * (At our sacred place again! We rest quietly looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger are resting with us after their wondrous shows of the past few weeks. In the field below the night sounds have begun again and the fireflies fly here and there brilliant flickers of light among spires of grass in flower. The birds are singing all about us and we can hear the sound of the stream as it flows over Beaver's dam. The leaves of the trees on our precious snow mountain rustle 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. Through my eyes