December 12

(Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out into the evening sky filled with the light of the moon. Wisps of clouds float between the stars and we can smell the cool wet earth and small piles of snow here and there. Down on the hillside we can hear the gurgling of water in the hillside seeps and the sound of the deer making their way through the fields.The evening wind begins and 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 December 12 * (Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out into the evening sky filled with the light of the moon. Wisps of clouds float between the stars and we can smell the cool wet earth and small piles of snow here and there. Down on the hillside we can hear the gurgling of water in the hillside seeps and the sound of the deer making their way through the fields.The evening wind begins and 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