Thank You for the 1st day of April. I invite you to celebrate today in charming French custom concerning this holiday.
The story goes that in 1564, King Charles IX of France passed the Edict of Roussillon, decreeing that henceforth the year would begin on January 1, instead of April 1. But some people failed to hear about the change and continued to celebrate the New Year on April 1. Therefore, people played pranks on them, making them April fools.
In France the fish is the primary symbol of April Fool’s Day. The association with fish is a bit enigmatic, but likely has its origin in the plentitude of young and easy-to-capture fish found in their rivers in April.
During that time, the 1st of April coincided with the end of Lent when the Church forbade Christians to eat meat. Fish was tolerated and was often used in the offering…
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
On April 12, 1961, the Soviet spacecraft Vostok-1 lifted off from the Baikonur Space Center. Pilot-Cosmonaut Yury Gagarin, the first man in space, flew aboard that spacecraft.
Referring to all the inhabitants of the Earth to start on April 12, 1961 Yuri A. said:”…My whole life seems to me now a beautiful moment… It is hardly worth talking about those feelings that I experienced when I was offered to make this first-ever flight. Joy!” and … 5-4-3-2 Let’s Go!
That flight took just an hour and 48 minutes. Having orbited the Earth, Vostok successfully landed in Saratov Region of Russia. Gagarin ejected himself from the aircraft at the altitude of several kilometers and descended near the place of Vostok’s landing by using the parachute.
“Orbiting Earth in the spaceship, I saw how beautiful our planet is. People, let us preserve and…
Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!
Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!
The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.
Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!
Thank You for Monday! As always a new life begins from Monday. Today is the first day of February and where I have been in January? I did not even notice how January gone.
4 weeks of celebration New Year have trapped my brain in the dangerous ice cellar. I was frozen and I was under the ice. I should say it is a rather dark place where brain is paralysed.
Cold water helps me to escape my prison. While my brain was frozen I immersed my body in cold water. It was minus 18 degrees Celsius (-0.4 degrees Fahrenheit) when I wearing just my speedo bikini have dived in the hole in the ice.
So meet the morzh (walrus) – the Russian ice-swimmer!
You know I am here because of cold water. You are reading my words now because of cold water. I am really new. Adrenaline rush…
Thank You for Your Circles. The circle is a sacred figure – Sun and Full Moon are circles. You know what I have discovered today when I was thinking about this post – my eyes have two circles inside – big and blue one with a black spot in the centre. Of, course we see our face every day in a mirror but when we have seen in our own eyes consciously last time? I am feeling your eyes now and my wonderful knowledge about the circles inside your eyes keeps my happiness about our connection warm as a pancakes I have cooked in this Maslenitsa’s evening.
The cheerful circle of paintings of Russian artist Igor Shaimardanov “Pskov Maslenitsa” vibrates by a radiant protective waves. Save the moment inside you now and a shade of darkness will not touch your heart with this memory.
Thank You for tonight. We are celebrating the longest night of the year when the Goddess once again becomes the Great Mother and gives birth to the new Sun King.
“The winter solstice celebrates the return of hope to our land as our planet experiences the first slow turn toward greater daylight”, I am reading in “The Circle of Life” by Joyce Rupp and Macrina Wiederkehr, “…winter darkness has a positive side. As we gather to celebrate the first turn from winter to spring, we are invited to recognize and honor the beauty in the often unwanted season of winter.”
Let’s embrace winter’s darkness tonight. I have gathered “dark” photos to emphasise how beautiful winter is, and how much we are happy to live in this magical moment!
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing…
Thank You for Antonio Vivaldi. Everybody knows something about his great music. I have never met a person who does not know Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons, for example. Did you know that the four concertos were written with four sonnets?
Today we are lucky to have the unique possibility to see how Vivaldi’s genius is creating. Who helps and inspires him? On this magic scene Zoltan Molnos‘s paintings reflect the eyes of Vivaldi’s Muses.
Winter Concerto in f-minor
Winter Muse had come in purple… Purple is exactly for f minor. Allegro non molto as December, the first son of Winter, is sudden and unpredictable. My heart is beating is his tempo. My past pain dictates:
“Frozen and shivering in the icy snow.
In the strong blasts of a terrible wind…”
Tender and fragile violins before are frightening now. But my heart is beating in hope, past is in…