Requiem for 50

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Infinite Belief in us, humans. And sorry for our short memory.

The Breivik’s lesson was not fully learnt. We had had another one in New Zealand. The price is 50 innocent lives taken in the moment of praying.

The Requiem is for 50 lives and it does not matter that they were at the mosque.

We are humans.JPG“What are we doing, humans?”, I am reading our desperation in the sculpture by Jose Cobo. 

It is hard to understand but the killer was growing among us. He is a product of Western education which is based on the best humanitarian ideas. I am almost sure that his grandmother had sang him a lullabies and they were in a church at Sundays. He lived in a good house and worked as a personal coach in a fitness-club. Good middle class life he had. What was the trigger for him to became white “supremasist” and kill people? The paranoid desire to be great, celebrity? Had millions likes on social media page?

We are desperate because we will never know the answers.

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The photo, Calvari Steps in Pollensa, Majorca, visualizes the way we should climb up together overcoming desperation and pain. With the burning candles by the accords of Lacrimosa dies illa  – “This tearful day” we are ascending the stairs of mourning to the stairs of feelings of humanity, wisdom of understanding, virtue of accepting.

With great music we are uniting our beating of hearts. Laa-cri-mo-sa – we are singing together.

To watch the video is difficult because of pain but a new lesson we need to learn.

Tomorrow morning in a crowded metro we will help to a mother in hidjab with a pram,  we will buy this strange kebab with our habitual cup from Starbucks. We will be surprise by a grateful smile of a woman and we will feel a new taste of unknown, but delicious now, kebab. And by baby’s steps we will stop growing up a killers and any kind of “supremasist”.

Samuel Huntington was not right. There are no Western, Orthodox, Islamic and etc. civilizations. We are Humans Civilization.

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem. Amen.

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George and Katya

Hello God!

Thank You for Valentine’s Day.

A beautiful song by Russian bard Juilii Maitus and poet Evgenii Breitigam “On the Sleigh” is for your loving ears. The painting by Ludwig Blume Siebert is for your loving eyes. And my translation is for your loving smiles.

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George and Katya were amusing by themselves in the winter time.
On the sleigh they were riding from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh was dashingly flying, scraping through the snow,
George had whispered her quickly: “Katya, I love you.”

Katya was terribly confused and did not know how to be,
Maybe it is seemed so, because the wind could make a joke.
And she had told him timidly without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again…”

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Oh, by the way, I have found this cake in the grocery story “Eliseevski” in Saint Petersburg for our special occasion. Please take a piece and enjoy a continuation of the story.

We all need be happy and have fun in winter time…
Once again the couple began to descend from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh had dashingly flew down, the moment came,
George had quietly kissed Katya.

Katya had again confused, could not understand
Maybe – she thought so, the wind had howled again.
And she had timidly told him without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again.”

And when the sledge had dashingly flew down again as an arrow,
George had whispered her quietly: “Katya, be my wife.”
Katya was not confused and the wind was silent,
She had blushed and laughed and said: “Ok.”

Thank You for your beautiful ears, eyes and smiles. I live for them and I love you!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Snowflake Anna

Hello God!

Thank You for Now. I am celebrating the moment with a cup of tea and beautiful and light dessert Pavlova.

It is snowing and looking through the window is a great pleasure. The scene behind the glass is as in the Bolshoi Theatre, where ballerinas are snowflakes. Oh, I see the snowflake – prima ballerina Anna Pavlova. How she is beautiful! How she is light!

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With the paintings by Anastasia Vostrezova and my photos of the dessert I am sharing with you what my thoughts and feelings are about now.

Anna Pavlova says: “Somewhere in every one of us, no matter how deep it may be hidden, is a latent germ of beauty… We dance because this germ of beauty demands such expression, and the more we give it outlet the more we encourage our own instinct for graceful forms.”

Snowflakes have a graceful forms. Dessert Pavlova is the baked graceful form on the plate.

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This airy dessert made from crisp meringue shell topped with whipped cream and fruit. The story said that the dessert was created by the chef in Wellington, New Zeland when Pavlova visited there in 1926 on her world tour. Australians claim that they created Pavlova dessert.

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Obviously “People have been doing meringue with cream for a long time, I don’t think Australia or New Zealand were the first to think of doing that” I agree with a restaurant critic Matthew Evans. But Anna Pavlova was a superstar adored by all the world. As a result, a lot of chefs named their dishes after her.

Anna inspires: “I have realized that true art gives joy not only to the artist but also to the people, suspending them for a moment from life’s sorrows. In this I see the great significance of art, and the awareness of this became the aim of my life.”

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Sweet, crunchy, and meltingly soft the dessert mimics her tutu with light-as-air fluffiness! The outside is crispy and the middle is soft like a marshmallow…

Oh, really I am on the heaven of taste immersed in the clouds of thousands of snowflakes dancing in the sky. The ballet I am watching is mesmerizing, the moment I am living is sparkling.

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Snowflake Anna has silently landed on my shoulder and whispered: “Happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.”

Anna Pavlova dances “California Poppy” – watching Beaty makes being beautiful.

Thank You very much for sharing with me your precious moment of your life. I do hope you are just a little bit happier now as I am.

 

 

Contre Le Vent

Hello God!

Thank You for the Wind and the Sea. I invite you to severe November Curonian Spit, where the wind tells the truth about his nature and the sea opens a new dimension of  the storm. And a hero’s journey begins.

“Follow Your Bliss” – Sol-sol-sol-me flat!  “Contre Le Vent” (or Against the Wind in English) – Fa-fa-fa-re now I am singing the 5th Symphony by Beethoven.

“Follow Your Bliss” was the motto of Joseph Campbell. And by my opinion he knows everything about hero’s journey.

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“Contre Le Vent” (Against the Wind) sculpture is about a hero’s journey. You can found it in Lithuania, Curonian Spit sand dunes.

Joseph Campbell said that the great life is, basically, one hero’s journey after another. Follow Your Bliss – Contre Le Vent, then again Follow your Bliss – Against The Wind, and again until the end. It is the Destine’s Theme from the 5th Symphony:Destiny theme.png

SevereFace.jpeg Joseph Campbell writes: “Over and over again, you are called to the realm of adventure, you are called to new horizons. Each time, there is the same problem: do I dare? And then if you do dare, the dangers are there, and the help also, and the fulfillment or the fiasco. There’s always the possibility of a fiasco. But there’s also the possibility of bliss.”

I see a really strong man in the sculpture. He must be very courageous, as Beethoven, to follow his bless, against the North Baltic wind.

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Joseph Campbell inspires: “What is it we are questing for? It is the fulfillment of that which is potential in each of us. Questing for it is not an ego trip; it is an adventure to bring into fulfillment your gift to the world, which is yourself. There is nothing you can do that’s more important than being fulfilled. You become a sign, you become a signal, transparent to transcendence; in this way you will find, live, become a realization of your own personal myth.”

Do you accept right now that you are the gift to the world? I dare to become a sign and a signal for you. We need to be a beacons for each other and go and live our hero’s journey.

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The sculpture seems to be alone. But it has his creator, it inspires. I had a long journey to see it. The Destiny’s theme from the 5th Symphony I had felt its pulse there. And this Pulse, this vibration of the Sculpture make me believe to Joseph Campbell – we are never alone, in every myth we live there are a helpers, a magicians, a wizards.

Beethoven’s 5 Secrets are for you for today!

Follow Your Bliss – Against The Wind! Follow Your Bliss – Contre Le Vent  – in French way it will be easier, I know. Love your smiling eyes.

Angel of Violets

Hello God!

Thank You for my Angel of Violets who lives in the pod of violets on the windowsill of my kitchen. I am drinking a cup of coffee and he begins to speak with me.

“My dear friend! Do you know that the tender flowers you see are the symbols of rising above challenges? By the way, despite you often forget watering its, violets thrive in the toughest conditions. And now you are observing the miracle: In all beginnings dwells a magic force for guarding us and helping us to live” smiling Angel whispers.

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“Why are you so sad? Why did you forgеt that you are the luckiest person in the world because you can speak with me, Angel of Violets? You know Hermann Hesse and Johann Sebastian Bach had such ability to speak with me and they will help you to understand how to transform your sadness to happiness. Listen attentively!” the Angel inspires and sings the poem “Stages” by Herman Hesse.

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As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.

Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
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In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.

Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces…

“I am the Cosmic Spirit living in your kitchen, in the pod of violets. For today and your new beginning inspire, sing and play Bach’s genius joke, and live and love your Way” my Angel smiles.

You know we are all gifted and blessed to see and speak with angels. And they are always near us and we need just to clear our eyes and see the wonderful miraculous reality we all live in. Thank You, my Angel of Violets for opening my eyes, thank You for Hesse and Bach.

Speaking with an angel, drinking coffee, listening Bach – what’s the beautiful beginning! What’s the happiest Monday! Wish You the same, my dear friend!

 

The Flower of Life

Hello God!

Thank You for My Grandmother! I am blessed by her to keep the Flower of Life.

My grandmother died today. I am not a granddaughter from today. She was 91 y.o. and she had a wonderful beautiful life. I am blessed by having so loving grandmother.

To write these words is difficult because how to find the right ones to express gratitude and sorrow.

To visualize my grief I’ve chosen this painting by Vesna Krasnec.

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My grandmother is with closed eyes now.

I am the Keeper of The Flower of Life!

My duty is blooming and growing in Love.

I am happy.  I will be happy, I promise,

Sharing Happiness and Light with you

My grandmother had gifted me the Power.

Thank You for Your open eyes, thank You for Your support. I am felling your Handkerchief you are drying my tears with.

We live and we are all a keepers of the Flower of Life.

Golden Goodbye to Summer

Hello God!

Thank You for the Summer.

Today I am hugging the Summer with Golden Goodbye from my heart. My Summer is Sandy Goddess in a sparkling sandy dress with oceanic breathing and pine trees perfume. Her name is la Duna du Pilat. She is a French woman with unforgettable charm.

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La Duna du Pilat is the tallest sand dune in Europe. It is located in La Teste-de-Buch in the Arcachon Bay area, France, 60 km from Bordeaux. I am blessed by touching her sandy sparkling dress and  feeling her waves.

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La Dune du Pilat has a volume of about 60,000,000 m³, measuring around 500 m wide from east to west and 2.7 km in length from north to south. Its height is currently 110 meters above sea level. She is an impressive and gigantic. Dancing Kite.jpg

La Duna is my Summer Sandy Mother

I am her happy smiling child,

I love her bright and clear colors,

I am drawing with her face and eyes.

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She is a miracle – a granule of sand

Embracing the eternity of life

Where all times are waiving, flying

As a butterflies of delta planes.

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La Duna is a French woman,

Her charming smile is promising a gift.

The Arcachon’s Golden Candy she presents

For all of us – I have brought it to you!

Unwrap the candy and enjoy the gift you are blessed by the Summer.

La Duna is my Summer Goddess and wavering my Golden Goodbye to her is a little sad.  But with her help I understand the impermanence of all things. I write to her a secret message in the sand, Atlantic Ocean carries my words to all of us, whispering to your ears “I Love You!”

Goodbye, Summer! Goodbye Sandy Goddess!