Through My Eyes                                              



Friday June 23

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( Our sacred place after another  tough week of patience.  We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in a glowing thick layer of cloud.  We can hear the sound of the raindrops as they steadily fall on the branches above us and the flutter of wings as the birds fly among the trees.  We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush onto the rocks in a glorious pandemonium of bejewelled foam whose bubbles roll among one another with gleaming swift freedom to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field deep beneath the tall waving watersoaked grass on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the deer splashing through the shining pools and the rustle of the loosestrife and willow that 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.