August 5

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out the Tenger's blazing show in the evening sky. The ground is moist beneath us from the day's rain. All about us we can hear the wondrous chorus of the night sounds, a tumult of voices that fills the air among the trees, across the field, beside the stream, all around us! Down in the field we can hear Beaver nudging another twig onto the dam and the stream as it flows over the gleaming branches to cascade in a bubbling rush onto the rocks below on its way about the stones and plants of the island on past the spirit trees near our studio. Above us the branches rustle as they sway 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 August 5 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out the Tenger's blazing show in the evening sky. The ground is moist beneath us from the day's rain. All about us we can hear the wondrous chorus of the night sounds, a tumult of voices that fills the air among the trees, across the field, beside the stream, all around us! Down in the field we can hear Beaver nudging another twig onto the dam and the stream as it flows over the gleaming branches to cascade in a bubbling rush onto the rocks below on its way about the stones and plants of the island on past the spirit trees near our studio. Above us the branches rustle as they sway 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