March 18

( At our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. We can feel the melting snow cold and wet beneath us and the smell of moist earth in our nostrils. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam on through the icy glistening branches on it's way through the snow and water soaked grass covered field on past the spirit trees near our studio. Above us we can hear the wild geese as they fly on their way to their evening shelter. Down at the base of the hill a hill seep gurgles and we can hear the sound of 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 March 18 * ( At our sacred place after a quiet day of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. We can feel the melting snow cold and wet beneath us and the smell of moist earth in our nostrils. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam on through the icy glistening branches on it's way through the snow and water soaked grass covered field on past the spirit trees near our studio. Above us we can hear the wild geese as they fly on their way to their evening shelter. Down at the base of the hill a hill seep gurgles and we can hear the sound of 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.