January 9

(Our sacred place again! We've arrived a bit earlier and your mirror glows in the twilight. In the stillness we can feel the hard frozen ground beneath and the inside of our nostrils prickle in the icy air. Down below the hill we can hear the rustling of leaves as the evening wind 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 January 9 * (Our sacred place again! We've arrived a bit earlier and your mirror glows in the twilight. In the stillness we can feel the hard frozen ground beneath and the inside of our nostrils prickle in the icy air. Down below the hill we can hear the rustling of leaves as the evening wind 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