December 24

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger have been creating a wondrous show and we can see the work of their brushes in your mirror. We can hear the sound of the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the wondrous array of ice jewel covered branches and flies into the air to fall upon a cascade of bubbles then continues on through the field past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear rustle of the deer as they move among the loosestrife and crunch through the thin panes of ice stretched between the grass hummocks. The ground is cold and hard beneath us and we can feel the crisp air on our faces 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 24 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger have been creating a wondrous show and we can see the work of their brushes in your mirror. We can hear the sound of the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the wondrous array of ice jewel covered branches and flies into the air to fall upon a cascade of bubbles then continues on through the field past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear rustle of the deer as they move among the loosestrife and crunch through the thin panes of ice stretched between the grass hummocks. The ground is cold and hard beneath us and we can feel the crisp air on our faces 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