December 17

( Our sacred place after another quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's show. The ground is frozen hard now and we can feel it's cold beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam amid a glorious sparkling array of icy jewels on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. Beaver is hard at work and we can hear him chewing on twigs along the bank and the faint splash as they fall into the water and float to the dam to lodge among the branches. Down in the field we can hear the rustle of the loosestrife and fern 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 December 17 * ( Our sacred place after another quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's show. The ground is frozen hard now and we can feel it's cold beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam amid a glorious sparkling array of icy jewels on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. Beaver is hard at work and we can hear him chewing on twigs along the bank and the faint splash as they fall into the water and float to the dam to lodge among the branches. Down in the field we can hear the rustle of the loosestrife and fern 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.