November 5

(Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with glowing clouds. It has just rained a bit; the air is moist in our nostrils and the ground is wet beneath us. Out over the fields the leaves whirl and soar along as they float to earth and we can hear the sound as they move among the grass and wildflower stems beneath the sky. Among the trees on the hill we can hear rustling as a being seeks shelter for the night. Down in the field the stream rushes over Beaver's dam onto the rocks and swirls along the banks on past our spirit trees near the studio. We can hear the branches of the trees swaying 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 November 5 * (Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with glowing clouds. It has just rained a bit; the air is moist in our nostrils and the ground is wet beneath us. Out over the fields the leaves whirl and soar along as they float to earth and we can hear the sound as they move among the grass and wildflower stems beneath the sky. Among the trees on the hill we can hear rustling as a being seeks shelter for the night. Down in the field the stream rushes over Beaver's dam onto the rocks and swirls along the banks on past our spirit trees near the studio. We can hear the branches of the trees swaying 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