June 25

(Our sacred place again after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. Water droplets glitter among the branches and the ground is damp beneath us. We can hear the birds singing around us and the stream flowing over Beaver's dam down in the field. The multiflora rustles 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 June 25 * (Our sacred place again after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. Water droplets glitter among the branches and the ground is damp beneath us. We can hear the birds singing around us and the stream flowing over Beaver's dam down in the field. The multiflora rustles 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.