February 25

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still glowing from the Tenger's blazing show. The melting snow is beginning to freeze again and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the branches and sculpted white glittering ice on it's way through the field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they walk among the ice patches and grass tussocks. Up on the hill we can see the snow growing brighter as the white moon begins to rise and hear the multiflora canes 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 25 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still glowing from the Tenger's blazing show. The melting snow is beginning to freeze again and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the branches and sculpted white glittering ice on it's way through the field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field we can hear the deer as they walk among the ice patches and grass tussocks. Up on the hill we can see the snow growing brighter as the white moon begins to rise and hear the multiflora canes 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. Through my eyes