December 30

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is cold and wet beneath us from the week's rain. We can hear the stream as it rushes among the branches of Beaver's dam to flow over the rocks in great swirling sheets on its way through the field with it's pools of water and melting ice past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound as it pushes against a water soaked branch reaching down into the current first louder then softer as it moves to and fro. We can hear the deer as they move over the tussocks of grass and loosestrife and splash through the pools of water that reflect the vast evening sky. On the hill we can see the frost beginning to form on the dried grass and plants in an infinite myriad of brilliant sparkles in the evening twilight. The trees move back and forth and we can hear their creak amid the rustle of the branches that sway 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 December 30 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The ground is cold and wet beneath us from the week's rain. We can hear the stream as it rushes among the branches of Beaver's dam to flow over the rocks in great swirling sheets on its way through the field with it's pools of water and melting ice past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound as it pushes against a water soaked branch reaching down into the current first louder then softer as it moves to and fro. We can hear the deer as they move over the tussocks of grass and loosestrife and splash through the pools of water that reflect the vast evening sky. On the hill we can see the frost beginning to form on the dried grass and plants in an infinite myriad of brilliant sparkles in the evening twilight. The trees move back and forth and we can hear their creak amid the rustle of the branches that sway 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.