July 9

(Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky now still after the Tenger's shuffling of clouds to and fro in their wondrous show. We can hear the night sounds in the field by the stream as it flows quietly over the rocks. All around us among the trees the birds are singing and we can hear the faint plop of the occasional honeysuckle berry as it falls to the ground from a perch above 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 9 * (Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky now still after the Tenger's shuffling of clouds to and fro in their wondrous show. We can hear the night sounds in the field by the stream as it flows quietly over the rocks. All around us among the trees the birds are singing and we can hear the faint plop of the occasional honeysuckle berry as it falls to the ground from a perch above 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