Wall of Wishes

Hello God!

Thank You for an enormous ways for making our wishes come true.

Yesterday I with my daughter were conductors of one from billions those ways. We were responsible for the Wall of Wishes in the park where New School Year celebration was hold.  Children were suggested to write on a paper palm their wishes and dreams for coming year.


Children were active because of believing in the magic Wall we declared.

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Write it on a colourful palm and put in on the Wall. Kind and powerful wizards, enchanterscharmers from all possible and impossible worlds are gathered here for to come true your wishes and dreams .

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I dream about little dog. I dream about little sister. I wish my grandfather is well. My team is the best and we will win the season. Our teachers are kind. My papers have excellent marks. All tests I will pass brilliantly. Prestigious University is waiting for me. I wish peace and everything the best for everyone.

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The rainbow cover of children’s wishes and dreams fulfilled The Wall of Wishes very fast. I invite you to join us. Close your eyes, make a wish and touch the Wall on the screen you see now. Who knows – there are enormous ways, perhaps this is the one.

And I am singing for you my favourite song “Dream Big” by Ryan Shupe:

“And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
Cause when you dream it might come true.
For when you dream, dream big.”

Thank you for your smiling eyes and your cordial dream you are thinking about now touching our Wall of Wishes.

Please, remember, every night before falling asleep, stare at the sky, and keep your dream alive!



Master Pen

Hello God!

Thank You for today. The 1st of September is Day of Knowledge we are celebrating with a bouquet of flowers for a teachers and a bottle of champagne for parents. New school year has just begun!

My daughter goes to class of third graders. She likes her pen and has just created poem about it:

“My Master Pen, You look like on Magic Wand. Sometimes my letters are dancing as ballerinas, sometimes as hippopotamuses”. I tell you a secret mostly hippopotamuses are in her papers.

Jake Weidmann

Today I have introduced my daughter with Jake Weidmann and I am happy to share with you his fantastic calligraphy.

Jake Weidmann is the 11th Master Penman in the world!

The Pen

“I took it upon myself to really work obsessively on my handwriting everybody else in school had their laptops out in there are typing away and I had a pen in a pad of paper.

I practice a lot of different art forms but I particularly mix calligraphy into my artwork to give both the words and the pictures more life and a stronger message”, Jake says.The Ocean of Knowledge

Researchers have shown that children who know how to write by hand learn to read faster.  “When we write, a unique neural circuit is automatically activated,” neuroscientists say.


“Handwriting is a movement skill. Try writing your name and address with eyes closed, most people are able to do it quite easily, this is because the movements of your hand when writing are firmly established in your movement memory because you have made them so often.. This is why children need to practise handwriting movements correctly and often” educators from Cambridge University say.

Dear Pen, Master Pen! Be my friend! Be my helper!

Teach me the joy of taking you to paper.

I write my soul by you. I express ballet of letters in my papers with you…

Happy New School Year!



Summer in Game

Hello God!
Thank You for Summer. Despite most of my Summertime I spent in my heavy caterpillar form on the beach I was lucky to find and read fantastic book “The Game” by Terry Schott.

According to the book life on Earth is not real. It is a very real virtual reality simulation created to replace the government school system on the planet Tygon. You, me and every person and thing in the cosmos are actually characters in giant supercomputer game.

In line of our calendar, today is the last day of Summer. But we all have enormous power to choose and enjoy Summer in every moment as we wish, because we live in holographic simulation. Even Elon Musk supports the idea about our life as video game with great graphics. I love Summer on the paintings by Helena Salnikova and I invite you to play with me in our big sandbox.

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Whirlpool of my imagination are mixing quotations from the  “The Game” with snowman’s fantasies about summer from “Frozen”.

“This game we play is full of contrasts. It has to be. Being warm is much better if you have known what it is to be cold. The light is a welcome break from being surrounded by darkness. Earth is contrast. Nothing is bad nor good; things are just on one end of the spectrum or the other. Some periods in a person’s life are full of confusion, peril, and pain”, explains Terry Schott.

Bee’s they buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz
And I’ll be doing whatever snow does in summer.
A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand
Prob’ly getting gorgeously tanned in summer. – Snowman sings.

Playing with friend

“Other periods are filled with times of clarity, safety and pleasure. I advise you to slow down and enjoy yourself when things are good. It can go on for years, but don’t waste one precious moment of the good times. Because the bad times come, and if you haven’t built up your reserves during the good times, you may not make it through the bad and into the next session of good”.

I’ll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm.
And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm!
And I can’t wait to see, what my buddies all think of me.
Just imagine how much cooler I’ll be in summer.

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“Each day in each person’s life is filled with some good, some bad, and lots of filler. I think the secret to a happy life is to focus on the good, forget the bad, and move calmly through the filler without getting too bored.”

The hot and the cold are both so intense,
Put ’em together it just makes sense!


“When you find yourself travelling through the filler, search earnestly for the happy moments.Realize that it is in the filler moments where both the happy and the bad float around, waiting to be noticed by whoever chooses to focus on them.”

Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle,
But put me in summer and I’ll be a – happy snowman!

Happy Summer

“When you encounter the happy, live in that moment for as long as you can. Smile and tuck it away in your memory to be looked at whenever needed.

When you encounter the bad, don’t live in the moment. Let it pass as quickly as it can, don’t focus on it, and whatever you do, don’t grab onto it and tuck it away in your memory.”

When life gets rough, I like to hold on to my dream,
Of relaxing in the summer sun, just lettin’ off steam.

Summer JOy

“If that advice is too complicated to follow… just smile and laugh as much as you possibly can.”

Oh the sky will be blue, and you guys will be there too
When I finally do what frozen things do in summer!

Thank you for your smile, thank you for our game!

Happy day and Happy Summer in Game!


Heavy Caterpillar

Hello God!

Thank You for forcing me to write and publish this post. After almost a month of vacation on Danish riviera with unlimited delicious, fat as a rule, food, uncontrolled sugar and tons of ice-cream, than procrastination in any intellectual activities for 4 weeks I have stumbled on, mmmm let me say, really uncomfortable realisation  – I became a heavy caterpillar in my formless laziness.

Dan Lam‘s sculptures shows how I look like now. Heavy caterpillar is sitting on the coach and doing nothing. How to gather her to the cocoon of discipline? How am I going to gather myself in the cocoon of self-discipline?

Thunder thighs.jpg Writing this post is the pure procrastination. What can you expect from heavy caterpillar? Reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box with watching youtube, endless emailing and text-messaging to my friends – I do everything to avoid writing about my today’s condition because it is difficult to accept my heavy caterpillar.suggestions.jpg“A study done at the University of London found that constant emailing and text-messaging reduces mental capability by an average of ten points on an IQ test. It was five points for women, and fifteen points for men” – Dr. David Rock writes in his “Your Brain as Work”. So if I will stay in this condition of heavy caterpillar a little longer I have a risk to stay in this condition forever. My intellectual alert system installing in my brain is on. I have a chance to transform myself! The way to transformation is in the cocoon of dicipline.dainty.jpgI make a game of gathering my caterpillar to the cocoon of discipline. I believe it works. I am playing with her – “Wake up early and catch a fish”, “Play Bach and find a treasure”, “Stop sugar and buy new wings”, “Learn one French sentence and try good cheese”.  My heavy caterpillar loves that game. It’s rewarding. It’s a game! It’s tapping her into the happiness and fun and play and joy.Geting hot.jpgIt was destructive to punish my heavy caterpillar  for not gathering to the cocoon. I was uselessly screaming at her for 4 weeks – “Hey, you moron insect! Yea, you! What the hell is it with all the staff? You’re missing the freaking cocoon! What’s the point of that? Where’s your motivation and effectiveness? Where’s your pride? And what’s with the grin? You think this is funny?  Listen, the cocoon is serious business. Are you going to became a butterfly?”Just try it.jpg

I love my heavy caterpillar’s smile now. We are not in our cocoon of discipline and self discipline yet – transformation into a butterfly is a lifelong process. We are playing “Publish today’s post and go for a walk” now. You know I begin learning to parent myself. I am loving but wise mother for my heavy caterpillar.

I am incredibly happy to find and share with you this amazing animation. It is a story about heavy caterpillar. Please enjoy and smile.

Transformation into flying butterfly is impossible without the cocoon of discipline. Thank you for sharing with me the experience, thank you for your supporting. I am transforming with you and for you.

Kupalinka Song

Hello God!

Thank You for Kupala today. We celebrate Kupala Night or Kupalle in Belorussian, one of the oldest folk holidays dedicated to the sun and water. Kupalinka, daughter of the god Kupala and the Earth opens the door to the magic time.

It is the only time of the year when Mother Nature reveals its secrets and the only time when trees speak and even move and when witches gather. White witches, of course.


Kupalinka discovers some interesting facts about her father –  Jacob Grimm in his book Teutonic Mythology (1835) notes that the word kupala describes the bonfires slavonic folk lit at the summer solstice, and records that some people explained the word as the name Kupulo, a harvest god.

Although the word kupala (or kupalo) is usually explained as “bather” (from kupat(i) ‘to bathe’). According to Russian philologists Vyacheslav Ivanov and Vladimir Toporov, the name Kupala is derived from the same Indo-European root as the name of  Cupid, Roman god of love, which means “passion” or “desire”. Kupala is Slavonic Cupid!

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There is an ancient Kupala belief that the eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when ferns bloom.

Thanks to the fern flowers, which blossom for only several moments at midnight, all the buried treasures could be seen, no matter how deep they were in the ground. Prosperity, luck, discernment and power would befall on whoever finds a fern flower.


Please listen Kupalinka song and enjoy the video below where Kupala is celebrated!

Kupalinka, Kupalinka
It’s dark in the night
It’s dark in the night
Where is your daughter, Kupalinka?

My daughter is in the garden
She weeds the rose
She weeds the rose
And wounds her white hands.

She picks the flowers
She picks the flowers
And weaves garlands
She weaves garlands and sheds tears.

I wish you to find your blooming fern flower tonight, and your dearest wish will come true.

Thank you for sharing with me this very magical moment!

Tilia Daughter

Hello God!

Thank You for the beautiful Tilia tree I am sitting under when the words are flowing from my head. Today is the last day of June and I invite you to celebrate this day with wonderful music and paintings.

I love the name “Tilia” – it sounds so musical as a tender violin’s voice. “Ti-li -a” I am singing with the accompaniment of “Bagatelles” by Dvorak. Tilia is a genus of about 30 species of trees commonly called lime trees, basswood and linden.

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With the the sweetest perfume of millions of pale-green flowers among heart-shaped leaves I am feeling myself as Tilia’s daughter. My imagination immerses me to inside the linden tree and I am this linden tree. Anna Petrova has painted me as a loving child of Tilia – the linden or lime tree.

Tilia Heart

By the way according druid’s horoscope my sign is Linden tree.

You know, I am reading the meaning of my sign Linden or Lime tree –  I am unprecedentedly charming and can use it and may turn everybody’s head. I easily adapt to any conditions. Boredom is my main enemy.

Tilia Song

My horoscope said  – “She’s full of contradictions, very hard to interpret.  But one thing is undoubted about her: she’s very attractive. It’s nice and easy to associate with her, you have a feeling of psychological comfort.” I like myself as daughter of Tilia.

Tilia Dream

Sociability, observation, realism, talent for organisation is traits of those who were born under the sign of Linden or Lime. Oh, I am in really fantastic company because Louis XIV, Pierre Auguste Renoir and Albert Einstein were born under the sign of Lindan/Lime.

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I am tender and loving child of Tilia, happily listening music, feeling summer breeze in every sounds of Bagatelles by Dvorak. Please enjoy!

“The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.”

by William Cullen Bryant

Thank You for your smiling eyes and sharing this happy moment with me. June was great.

Welcome to July!



Stream of Petals

Hello God!
Thank You for a petals spray I am feeling now. Life is short as a life of a flower, moment by moment as a petal by a petal we are aspiring to eternity… Amy Lowell‘s poem and Fong Qi Wei‘s photos I am happy to share with you today.

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Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Petals Joy

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know.


And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.

We are Flowers

We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Arabesque 1 by Debussy is for to feel the stream of petals on your face. Please enjoy!

Thank you very much for sharing this very moment with my heart and feelings.