June 17

( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick glowing layer of cloud. We can hear the sound of the rain as it falls upon the needles on the branches above and the ground is wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows over the glistening branches of Beaver's dam then rushes down among the rocks whose gleaming tops now rise above the surface of the water. On it goes past the island adorned with plants and smooth worn stones arrayed in wondrous profusion on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the stir as droplets of water fall gently to earth as the branches 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 June 17 * ( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a thick glowing layer of cloud. We can hear the sound of the rain as it falls upon the needles on the branches above and the ground is wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows over the glistening branches of Beaver's dam then rushes down among the rocks whose gleaming tops now rise above the surface of the water. On it goes past the island adorned with plants and smooth worn stones arrayed in wondrous profusion on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the stir as droplets of water fall gently to earth as the branches 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