March 4

( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger have been practicing their brush strokes again and the sky is still covered with glowing bands of cloud from their show. The ground is cold and wet beneath us from the partly melted snow. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam on it's way among the branches covered in glowing mounds of white ice on its way through the snow covered field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear sound of a few birds quetly singing a few notes now and again in the trees. Down in the field and on the hill we can hear the swish of the powdery snow as it flies above the ground and the creak of branches 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 4 * ( At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky. The Tenger have been practicing their brush strokes again and the sky is still covered with glowing bands of cloud from their show. The ground is cold and wet beneath us from the partly melted snow. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam on it's way among the branches covered in glowing mounds of white ice on its way through the snow covered field on it's way past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear sound of a few birds quetly singing a few notes now and again in the trees. Down in the field and on the hill we can hear the swish of the powdery snow as it flies above the ground and the creak of branches 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