March 25

( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky where a few clouds are still glowing from the Tenger's show. We can hear the birds as they sing and the rustle as they fly among the branches. The ground is cold and very wet beneath us with the melted snow and earth. Down below we can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the soaked branches still gleaming with a thin coat of ice on it's way through the water soaked snow covered field past the spirit trees near our studio. At the base of the hill we can hear the gurgle of a hill seep and the muffled sound as a being moves on it's way to shelter for the night beneath the trees swaying gently 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 25 * ( Our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky where a few clouds are still glowing from the Tenger's show. We can hear the birds as they sing and the rustle as they fly among the branches. The ground is cold and very wet beneath us with the melted snow and earth. Down below we can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam among the soaked branches still gleaming with a thin coat of ice on it's way through the water soaked snow covered field past the spirit trees near our studio. At the base of the hill we can hear the gurgle of a hill seep and the muffled sound as a being moves on it's way to shelter for the night beneath the trees swaying gently 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