July 29

( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky evening alight with the glowing brush strokes of the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is warm and dry beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over the newly placed branches of Beaver's dam onto the gleaming rocks below to swirl around the stones of the island on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. All about us we can hear the night sounds, a wondrous array of sounds and rhythms rising and ebbing in a great chorus. Here and there in the trees we can hear the birds sing . Down near the base of the trees we can hear the deer as they move among the loosestrife and grass tussocks that rustle 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 July 29 * ( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky evening alight with the glowing brush strokes of the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is warm and dry beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over the newly placed branches of Beaver's dam onto the gleaming rocks below to swirl around the stones of the island on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. All about us we can hear the night sounds, a wondrous array of sounds and rhythms rising and ebbing in a great chorus. Here and there in the trees we can hear the birds sing . Down near the base of the trees we can hear the deer as they move among the loosestrife and grass tussocks that rustle 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