November 12

(At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky beyond the branches covered with the newly fallen snow. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam through the intricate myriad of snow covered stems and branches creating a tapestry of brilliant movement within silent wonder. Down in the field we can hear a few birds as they perch on the multiflora fluttering from one cane to the next among the snow covered hips. We can hear the deer as they move through their trails among the loosestrife at the base of the hill and the rustle of the stems 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 November 12 * (At our sacred place again! We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky beyond the branches covered with the newly fallen snow. We can hear the stream as it rushes over Beaver's dam through the intricate myriad of snow covered stems and branches creating a tapestry of brilliant movement within silent wonder. Down in the field we can hear a few birds as they perch on the multiflora fluttering from one cane to the next among the snow covered hips. We can hear the deer as they move through their trails among the loosestrife at the base of the hill and the rustle of the stems 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