June 11

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's show. We can hear the birds singing among the branches and up on the hill. Below us we can hear the stream flowing through the field and the rustle and splash of beaver as he tucks another twig into place on the dam. We can feel the evening wind on our faces 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 June 11 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's show. We can hear the birds singing among the branches and up on the hill. Below us we can hear the stream flowing through the field and the rustle and splash of beaver as he tucks another twig into place on the dam. We can feel the evening wind on our faces 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