July 23

(Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the stormy evening sky. We can hear the rain falling down on the branches and see droplets glimmering between the cedar needles. Down in the field the stream is rushing over Beaver's dam and the wondrous chorus of night sounds comes from among the loosestrife. Water falls on our faces and wets our hair with the rustling of the branches as the evening wind 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 23 * (Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the stormy evening sky. We can hear the rain falling down on the branches and see droplets glimmering between the cedar needles. Down in the field the stream is rushing over Beaver's dam and the wondrous chorus of night sounds comes from among the loosestrife. Water falls on our faces and wets our hair with the rustling of the branches as the evening wind 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