November 11

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with glowing clouds that slowly move over the vast expanse. The ground is cold and damp beneath us and the heavy dew has begun to turn into icy frost on the grass and plants in the field. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows amid the branches of Beaver's dam carrying the brilliantly colored leaves that cling to the rocks as it rushes over them then swirls around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle of the dry leaves in the branches high above as they move to and fro and twirl 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 11 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with glowing clouds that slowly move over the vast expanse. The ground is cold and damp beneath us and the heavy dew has begun to turn into icy frost on the grass and plants in the field. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows amid the branches of Beaver's dam carrying the brilliantly colored leaves that cling to the rocks as it rushes over them then swirls around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle of the dry leaves in the branches high above as they move to and fro and twirl 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.