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Through My Eyes
Friday June 30
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( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still alight with the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is cool and wet beneath us from the many days of rain. We can hear the birds as they sing and fly among the branches above and the stream as it rushes through its banks far above the rocks and branches of Beaver's dam the quiet sound concealing it's tremendous power revealed only by the steady brushing to and fro of an immersed overhanging branch on it's way through the field covered with water rippling in the twilight on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the deer as they climb the hill among the mounds of multiflora rose and the gurgle of a hill seep. We can hear the murmur of the loosestrife stems as they rustle amid the lights of the flying glowing beings 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.
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