October 22

(Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky glowing from behind the clouds the Tenger have painted upon your mirror. We can hear the stream as it falls over Beaver's dam and flies above it in small rushing showers among the branches and leaves before heading down through the fields on past the spirit trees by our studio. The ground is moist beneath us from the week's rain and the air is moist and cold on our faces. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they move through the loosestrife and grass tussocks. The night sounds are quiet now and we can hear the rustle of leaves as they float and swirl to earth on 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 October 22 * (Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky glowing from behind the clouds the Tenger have painted upon your mirror. We can hear the stream as it falls over Beaver's dam and flies above it in small rushing showers among the branches and leaves before heading down through the fields on past the spirit trees by our studio. The ground is moist beneath us from the week's rain and the air is moist and cold on our faces. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they move through the loosestrife and grass tussocks. The night sounds are quiet now and we can hear the rustle of leaves as they float and swirl to earth on 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