Through My Eyes                                              



Friday March 17

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( Our sacred place after another  tough week of patience.  We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still alight from the Tenger's blazing show.  The ground is cold and hard beneath us but the arriving air of spring  is cool and moist on our faces.  We can hear the stream as it flows among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush onto the the rocks to swirl around the gleaming jewelled ice sculptures that hang  from branches and grapevines  then around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio.  Above us we can hear the call of the Canada geese as they fly above and the buzzing sound of their wings through the cold air.  The branches of the trees swish to and fro and we can hear the sound of 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.