February 4

( Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still adorned with glowing bits of cloud from the Tenger's show. The snow has begun to thaw and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows under the ice still solid beneath the melting snow to cascade out over Beaver's dam onto the rocks and branches below covered in glistening forms of ice to flow on through the snow covered field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they move among tussocks of grass rising above the snow. At the base of the hill we can hear the gurgle of a hill seep and the sound of the loosestrife rustling in 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 February 4 * ( Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still adorned with glowing bits of cloud from the Tenger's show. The snow has begun to thaw and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows under the ice still solid beneath the melting snow to cascade out over Beaver's dam onto the rocks and branches below covered in glistening forms of ice to flow on through the snow covered field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they move among tussocks of grass rising above the snow. At the base of the hill we can hear the gurgle of a hill seep and the sound of the loosestrife rustling in 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.