Through My Eyes                                              



Friday December 2

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( Our sacred place after another  tough week of patience.  We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky that the Tenger have covered with glowing clouds.  The ground is cold and wet beneath us from the week's rain. We can hear the stream as it rushes over the branches of Beaver's dam to flow over the rocks in great sheets that rise up in swirling power to cast bits of glittering foam into air to meet the snowflakes as they float down on it's way over the stones of the island on past the spirit trees near our studio.  At the base of the hill we can hear the trickle of a hill seep as it flows from the clean washed sand and ice amid the  stems of sensitive fern and loosestrife. We can hear the swish of the cedar needles and the rustle of the branches above 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.