February 24

( 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 ground is hard and cold beneath us. Above us we can hear the birds as they sing and fly among the branches. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush among the rocks in a glittering torrent rising into crests of brilliant white foam as it travels around the rocks and plants of the island on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle of the willows and grass as they move above the thin crust of ornately swirled white and dark ice and the creak of the trunks of the trees 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 24 * ( 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 ground is hard and cold beneath us. Above us we can hear the birds as they sing and fly among the branches. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush among the rocks in a glittering torrent rising into crests of brilliant white foam as it travels around the rocks and plants of the island on its way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the rustle of the willows and grass as they move above the thin crust of ornately swirled white and dark ice and the creak of the trunks of the trees 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.