December 10

( Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. It's raining steadily; as we quietly rest looking out at the evening sky we can hear the sound of its falling on the branches above. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam and flows on past our spirit trees near the studio. At the base of the hill hill seeps are gurgling among the loosestrife and fern and we can hear the deer as they move over the grass tufts through the water on their way to shelter. The air is moist on our faces and we can feel 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 December 10 * ( Our sacred place after a tough week of patience. It's raining steadily; as we quietly rest looking out at the evening sky we can hear the sound of its falling on the branches above. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam and flows on past our spirit trees near the studio. At the base of the hill hill seeps are gurgling among the loosestrife and fern and we can hear the deer as they move over the grass tufts through the water on their way to shelter. The air is moist on our faces and we can feel 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.