March 3

( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. It has just snowed and the ground is cold and hard beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows from beneath a thin coat of ice among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush over the rocks to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field covered in shallow sculpted drifts on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the swish as the snow flies into the air to scatter among the tussocks of grass and stems of loosestrife at the base of the hill and the trunks of the trees creak as their branches 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 March 3 * ( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. It has just snowed and the ground is cold and hard beneath us. We can hear the stream as it flows from beneath a thin coat of ice among the branches of Beaver's dam to rush over the rocks to swirl around the stones and plants of the island on it's way through the field covered in shallow sculpted drifts on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the swish as the snow flies into the air to scatter among the tussocks of grass and stems of loosestrife at the base of the hill and the trunks of the trees creak as their branches 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.