March 11

( Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in clouds. We can feel the wet soft just fallen snow beneath us and feel the moist cool air on our faces. We can hear the stream as it flows beneath a thin layer of partly melted ice covered in brilliant white snow to rush over Beaver's dam among the sculpted crystal white mounds of ice on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound of wings as the birds fly among the trees. Down in the field we can hear deer as they make their way among the loosestrife and patches of ice. Above us the branches thinly covered in snow 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 March 11 * ( Our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered in clouds. We can feel the wet soft just fallen snow beneath us and feel the moist cool air on our faces. We can hear the stream as it flows beneath a thin layer of partly melted ice covered in brilliant white snow to rush over Beaver's dam among the sculpted crystal white mounds of ice on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the sound of wings as the birds fly among the trees. Down in the field we can hear deer as they make their way among the loosestrife and patches of ice. Above us the branches thinly covered in snow 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.