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.
Circle me, God.
Keep protection near
And danger afar.
Circle me, God.
Keep hope within.
Keep doubt without.
Circle me, God.
Keep light near
And darkness afar.
Circle me, God.
Keep peace within.
Keep evil out.
By David Adam
You are God. You protect me by your happiness and smiles. Let’s enjoy our pancakes and see in each other’s eyes where Joy of Life reflects endlessly in the circles. We are protected and protect. Thank you!
Thank You for Greece and the Greeks. “I came to the Greeks early, and I found answers in them. Greece’s great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul. We don’t really act as if we believed in the soul’s immortality and that’s why we are where we are today.” Edith Hamilton‘s golden words express my thoughts perfectly.
Today I am in a frozen country where the temperature -21°C. From the other hand I have a pleasure of warming my soul by paintings of Greek artist Pantelis Zografos with harmonious poetic accompaniment of genius Oscar Wilde.
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls’ laughter at the stern,
The only sounds: -when ‘gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
Oscar Wilde
Thank you for warming me by sharing a pleasure of dreaming about wonderful land, Greece, where great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul.
Thank You for love we all live in and love stories we create. As I promised tonight is devoted to fairy tale about Snegurochka again. Snegurochka’s love story is as old as Greek ancient world where Aristotle teaches us to love. And this story will repeat again and again…
Father Frost and Spring Beauty had a daughter, Snegurochka, whose heart was made of ice. Her heart was unable to know love. But she was young and beautiful and she wanted to live and know what love was.
One day a rich merchant came through town. His name was Mizgir, and he was young and tall. Mizgir stopped in the village, called to all the young girls, gave them nuts and spiced bread, and danced with Kupava. She was the belle of the town, parading around in velvets and silks, serving sweet wines to the youths and the maidens and living the joyful life. From that moment he never left town, and, it must be said, he soon became Kupava’s lover.
Kupava had announced her own wedding to Mizgir. The ceremony took place, but then Mizgir noticed Snegurochka, and… became smitten with her, and begged her to love him. Yes, it was love from the first sight.
As we know Snegurochka was a creature from snow and ice. So she asked her mother, Spring Beauty, for help, but as flowers duly emerged under the Sun, the Snegurochka’s heart began to melt because of the fire of love. Mizgir had found her, and she was able to love him. They went to the Tsar, who blessed their marriage. But Snegurochka’s destiny was to die, having discovered the meaning of love. As she melted away, Mizgir, unable to live without her, threw himself into the lake.
There is no happy end in a love triangle story. All participants are wounded. Mizgir has lost his reputation. Snegurochka goes to a psychotherapist for antidepressants. Kupava has just left a hospital after heart attack. Nobody is happy and right here.
We are a mortal humans. Perhaps, to have the gift of discovery of the meaning of love is a good price for all pain and wounds?
Thank You for this winter and beautiful Monday. I with my daughter have stayed at home today due to frozen and cold weather. So having a happy possibility to read to my child a wonderful Russian fairy tale is a great pleasure I would like to share with you.
To understand who and how the main hero of tonight’s fairy tale looks like I have found a fantastically beautiful photos by Olga Valeska. The fairy tale is “Snegurochka” or (the Snow Maiden in English).
Once upon a time there lived a woodcutter and his old wife. The wood cutter and his wife were both kind and hardworking but they were also sad and lonely, for they were childless and there was no-one to care for them or to help them through the cold winter.
The couple made a girl out of snow. A miracle happened in the form of a snow sculpture who came alive to be their daughter they never had. She bought lot of joy to the households though did not had a long life. They called her Snegurochka.
Once, she went to woods along with few village children and when it got dark, they made a fire and the girls started playing by jumping over the flames. When Snegurochka jumped, she got melted and turned herself into a white cloud…
So Snegurochka melted away, her spirit was caught by Ded Moroz (Father Frost).
My daughter is 5 y.o. and this fairy tale is for children. I promise to tell you a love story of Snegurochka and Lel soon. Love triangle is in the story. Are you intrigued?
Thank You for my tiny cup of coffee I am enjoying now. Something magical is in the air. Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love – Prime Minister of France Charles Maurice De Talleyrand said about coffee. We are indebted to great French travellers for much valuable knowledge about this divine beverage. Yes, the French know everything about pleasures of life.
“…The plant with the jessamine-like flowers is the most exquisite perfume of Araby the blest given to the human race by the gift of the Gods” I am reading in “All about Coffee” by William Harrison Ukers.
Today’s night, you know the period from 7 to 19, January is “Sviatki”, when a fortune telling is eligible and true, I dedicate to tasseography. Wonderful paintings of Harry Roseland create miraculous atmosphere for the fortune reading. Soft light and clear kind and tender faces of participants of this magic ritual promise a happy vision.
Tasseography, also known as tasseomancy or tassology, is a divination or fortune-telling method that interprets patterns in tea leaves, coffee grounds, or wine sediments.
Psychologists approve the method as helpful – the process of tasseography stimulates the imagination to create individualized interpretations and solutions. Coffee reading is a fun, healthful and creative way to listen to yourself, they think. So let’s try!
Do you know what I see in my cup? It is an apple! The symbol of apple means achieving new knowledge. Oh, that is true, I am incredibly happy to share with you tonight’s new knowledge about tasseography. I have never heard about it before.
Thank you for this possibility to share my world, it makes today worth to live.
Thank You for the Miracle of breathing and seeing our beautiful world. We are on the Pink Granite Coast. What’s the magician place! The King and the Troll are waiting for us.
The Pink Granite Coast, so-called because of the colour of its rocks, is one of the most beautiful stretches of Brittany’s ( France) coastline. This type of pink rock can only be found in two other places in the world, Corsica and China.
Be wary of the loathsome troll
that slyly lies in wait
to drag you to his dingy hole
and put you on his plate.
His blood is black and boiling hot,
he gurgles ghastly groans.
He’ll cook you in his dinner pot,
your skin, your flesh, your bones.
Do you recognise your fear? Ha-ha, this funny stony troll is your biggest obstacle to live a life you want! Could you imagine that the troll’s tongue in Miley Cyrus style is your fear which is kidding on you?!
The Lion is Courage.
He is your King
You have forgotten
In the friendship with the troll.
The Path is difficult
But only yours.
The King will open you the door
The key is yours, it is Courage.
“Our route toward spiritual evolution is radiantly clear. We all have our own unique individual journey to walk toward enlightenment. Living on the brink of evolutionary change means that new ground is being broken and new consciousness is being raised. Truth is of the essence – we have no dogma, no set formula, no prescribed rules, no false standards to follow,” Linda Tucker is writing in her “Mystery Of The White Lions”.
“All we have is the truth within our souls. I believe most of us want to follow the light, the path of healing and not destroying our earth, but we don’t have the courage, the lion heart, to follow our individual truth toward enlightenment. Giving in to our fears, we bury our “gold” beneath the false value systems of our societies, and we attempt to comfort ourselves with the notion that we have no power or responsibility for what is happening to our world. The reality is that, potentially, we all have the power of light – the Lion – within us. The very first step is to overcome our fears. Thereafter, our hearts will lead the way.”
The very first step is to overcome our fears. Thereafter, our hearts will lead the way – I repeat Linda’s words again and again.
Below I suggest you to spend just 5 minutes of your life for a wonderful and encouraging animation with magic music from Peer Gynt by Edvard Grieg.
You know the troll is just a picture my imagination have created. Have you really seen the troll? So, congratulations, you are in my company. We are here to overcome our fears. Thank you for sharing my way.
Thank You for November. I celebrate today, November’s first day! As for me it is strange that usually the month is connected with melancholy and depression. Today I have met a wonderful personage to broke the stereotype. Meet, Mrs. Novembra (in original “Mrs. Giffilan” by James Reeves).
When Mrs. Novembra
Is troubled with troubles,
She flies to the kitchen
And sits blowing bubbles.
When Mrs. Novembra
Is worried by money,
When her feet are like lead
And her head’s feeling funny,
When there’s too much to do,
And the chimney is smoking,
And everything’s awkward
And wrong and provoking,
When the washing won’t dry
For the rain’s never ending,
When cupboards need cleaning
And stockings want mending,
When the neighbours complain
Of the noise of the cat,
And she ought to be looking
For this and for that,
And never a line comes
From her married daughter –
Then off to the kitchen
With soap and warm water
Goes Mrs. Novembra
And all of her troubles;
And she puffs them away
In a great cloud of bubbles.
In joyful abandon
She puffs them and blows them,
And all round about her
In rapture she throws them;
When round, clear and shiny
They hang in the air,
Away like a shadow
Cotes worry and care.
You see this story in the animation with music by great Bach. It definitely worths of 3 minutes of your life because the recipe of happiness in November is here. Thank you for your being in my life. Happy November!
Thank You for ability to restore our bodies with nature’s help. It seems we are going to be free from antibiotics in this season. Eucalyptus and mint herbs have done a really good job. My child is almost healthy and my mood is uplifting. So it is time to start a new week with pleasure to happily think. Today I am walking with three philosophers and listening their talking.
You see them on the painting “The Three Philosophers” by Italian High Renaissance artist Giorgione.
The Wine is old man, the Cheese is in middle age and the Apricot is young boy. The three men are talking about perennial question of philosophy: What is Truth?
The old Wine philosopher is singing: I live so long and know this life, la,la,laaaa, the truth is in Soul. “Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.” (Walt Whitman)
The middle Cheese philosopher thinks: the truth is in Mind. “Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.” (Joseph Addison)
The young Apricot dreamingly whispers: the truth is in Heart. ““To a young heart everything is fun.” (Charles Dickens)
You see the Wine, the Cheese and the Apricot are right. My photo etude visualises their talking. I am not a photographer, sorry for quality, the photo is just for idea.
Soul, Mind and Heart are keeping Truth of life but together in Great Harmony of Universe.
Thank you for enjoying this moment with me. Have a happy and philosophical week! Philosophy is a honey nectar for Soul, Mind and Heart.
Thank You for healing herbs I use in a treatment of season’s cold. Yes, I and my daughter have a cold. It is terrible to lift up my sleepless glassing head, barking cough is loud and my crying nose works bad. Sometimes it happens, so the picture is well known for our cold and rainy fall.
The worst thing is my child is sick. The last night was difficult. The symptoms were the same besides the temperature of the body, mine was normal, my daughter’s was high. I try to keep the sane approach and do not call to the emergency immediately (it is really hard to do it “keep the sane approach”). My daughter is 5 y.o and for this time I have learned to trust mother’s intuition. “Nothing to be afraid, she is Ok, high temperature is a normal reaction of healthy child on the attaking virus” I heard my intuition’s voice. It were right and today’s morning the temperature have become normal and we begun our treatment. The main hero is a magic pot we use for steam inhalation with dry herbs.
On the photo above you see the instruction how to use it. These vintage wonderful pots are from France and I have found its in the house we rented. Due to its grand age the pot is decorative element of the bathroom.
I tell you the story why our pot for steam inhalation is magic. Asking a 5 y.o. child to sit calm and breath by steam for even 2 minutes is difficult. Our story is about little Virusishka who lives with his mother Viruska and father Virus on the planet Virusiania. Yesterday Virusishka was playing near the spaceship of his father, to be inside was strictly forbidden. But the little child was naughty and went inside the spaceship. Virusishka have found a lot of colour buttons inside and, playing, push the red button “Start” and the spaceship flied to Cosmos. By a happy circumstances our hero have found Margo, my daughter, and he desperately wants to find a way to his mother and father. So by inhaling steam of eucalyptus with mint herbs we help Virusishka to find a way to home. By breathing a magic sparkling steam we are becoming healthy and Virusishka are free to fly to his planet Virusiania. The happy end.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment. I wish you to stay healthy and have a wonderful weekend.
Thank You for today. Today is a very nice day. I am reading a very good article by philosopher Brian Johnston I am happy to share some thoughts from it. The idea is a beautiful union of this 5 Cs helps us to archive satisfying and sustainable results in any endeavour. The girls are from “In the sunny south” by Vittorio Matteo Corcos.
1. A clear Conception of what we want, a vivid vision, a goal strongly imagined.
2. A strong Confidence that we can attain our goal.
3. A focused Concentration on what it takes to reach that goal.
4. A stubborn Consistency in pursuing our vision.
5. A Capacity to Enjoy the process along the way.
“Together these make up a universal tool kit for remarkable accomplishment. They constitute the most extraordinary leveraging device for our energies in any situation or challenge. They are remarkably reliable tools for helping us make the most of our lives and energies every day,” concludes the philosopher.
This union is powerful. Perhaps we should hire it. I will, so, I am hiring them now. The girls first working day is from this moment. They are working for us, so we can do “it”!
Glorialana Magazine 