February 17

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has melted and the ground is cool and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush down onto the rocks their warm brown shapes gleaming in the depths beneath its tracing swirling white foam on its way over the stones and plants of the island on past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field the grass stirs from above pools of water that reflect the moonlight and we can hear it rustle along with the willows and loosestrife to create quiet music that tells of the coming spring as they 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 February 17 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has melted and the ground is cool and wet beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush down onto the rocks their warm brown shapes gleaming in the depths beneath its tracing swirling white foam on its way over the stones and plants of the island on past the spirit trees near our studio. Down in the field the grass stirs from above pools of water that reflect the moonlight and we can hear it rustle along with the willows and loosestrife to create quiet music that tells of the coming spring as they 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.