January 13

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still glowing from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has been steadily melting and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes among the branches of Beaver's dam in great sheets over the rocks that whirl within its banks of dark wet earth to toss bits of foam up among the branches that lean into the dark current on it's way through the field covered with water and patches of snow on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle as a being scurries over the snow to disappear beneath the grass tussocks as it seeks shelter for the night and the creak of the tree trunks as they 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 January 13 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still glowing from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has been steadily melting and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes among the branches of Beaver's dam in great sheets over the rocks that whirl within its banks of dark wet earth to toss bits of foam up among the branches that lean into the dark current on it's way through the field covered with water and patches of snow on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle as a being scurries over the snow to disappear beneath the grass tussocks as it seeks shelter for the night and the creak of the tree trunks as they 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.