July 8

steadily and the ground is wet beneath us. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam in great flowing sheets and glowing white foam that swirl along the banks on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound of the raindrops as they land on the grass tussocks and the gurgle of a hill seep among the loosestrife and fern. The branches of the trees on the hill bowed down with the weight of the water stir gently 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 8 * ( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in thick cloud. It's raining steadily and the ground is wet beneath us. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes over the tightly woven branches of Beaver's dam in great flowing sheets and glowing white foam that swirl along the banks on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound of the raindrops as they land on the grass tussocks and the gurgle of a hill seep among the loosestrife and fern. The branches of the trees on the hill bowed down with the weight of the water stir gently 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