Universe in Breakfast

Hello God!

Thank You for my breakfast. Enjoying hot fried eggs with sausage and rucola salad the poem is born.

The Universe is all of time and space and its contents.

I observe the Universe in my plate with eggs.

The Universe includes planets, stars, galaxies.

Glittering golden yolk with twinkling white radiance

I see in illuminator of my eyes in spaceship of my body.

We are in Cosmos, we are all in my plate!

MIracle

Russian graphic designer Ruslan Khasanov was cooking with oil and soy sauce when he stopped to appreciate the strange relationship between the two fluids as the pooled and mixed in unexpected ways.

Life Waves

The observation lead to his creation of Odyssey, a sort of experimental music video meets science project that captures the up-close interactions of ink, oil, and soap.

Colour Universe

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the Mysterious”, Einstein writes in his essay “What I believe”, “- the knowledge of the existence of something unfathomable to us, the manifestation of the most profound reason coupled with the most brilliant beauty.”

Colour Ocean

“It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”

I feel our eyes are open now. We are observing the Universe!

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I am incredibly happy to share with you the view from my illuminators the artist Khasanov released in this video called Odyssey. Music by Ilya Beshevli.

Thank You for sharing with me the observation of the Mysterious in my plate with breakfast.

Have  a “miracle in every moment” day!

 

Cold Water

Hello God!

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.

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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!

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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 I have experienced is not describable – I have met somebody or something above my brain and body. Cold water is a magical treatment for every fears and doubts.

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My hero is Stig Severinsen! In March, 2010 he swam an incredible 76.2 m (250 ft!!!) while under ice of a depth between 80 and 100 cm wearing only swimming trunks and goggles! The record took place on Qorlortoq Lake in Ammasslik Island, East Greenland at a temperature of just 1 degree.

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The Discovery Channel crowned him “The Ultimate Superhuman” when he broke the Guinness World Record and held his breath for 22 minutes under water.

His phenomenal lung capacity can reach an impressive 14 litres – the average capacity is just 5 to 6 – which he attributes to a rigorous training routine he has developed called Breatheology. In Breatheology Severinsen proposes that through working with the breath, a link can be created between body and mind that enables a person to control stress, increase energy, perform better physically and mentally, alleviate pain and improve health.

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Stig says “Nothing beats persistency – doing things over and over again on a regular basis. If you are stubborn and keep struggling – even when you fail and fall – then you will become successful in the end. Never let anybody tell you something can’t be done. I have been driven by many things but rarely does anything put me more on fire than when someone says “that can’t be done”. One thing I have realized is that my mind is very childish – maybe you could even use the word “primitive”. I have tremendous faith in myself and believe I can do the most amazing things – as long as I put my heart and soul into it!”

We follow by Stig’s advice “Everyday you must think of your dream – smell it, hear it, see it, feel it. The term “visualization” is often used but a more accurate term is the one used in sports psychology “imaging”. Because you must dream with ALL your senses  – not just sight! The more senses you apply the more real your dream will become. And once you have convinced your subconscious mind that you can do something – then you can!”

February begins in a really right way. Have a fully breathing February!

Happy New 2016!

Hello God!

Thank You for the 31st of December. This day is the most astonishing day in my country and in my family. As you know I live in the one of the post Soviet republic and New Year Holiday here is celebrating almost 10 days and in Russian Tsar Peter the Great style – mayonnaise salads, a lot of black caviar with vodka.

As you know before the 16th century in ancient Russia March was considered as the first month of the year. But Peter the Great issued a decree according to which January 1 was the first day of 1700 by Julian calendar. We celebrate two Christmas – Catholic and Orthodox, meet two New Year – New and Old!

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Personally I prefer vine. You can imagine my holiday workout for nearest 10 days.

New Year

No New Year without Monsieur Olivier!

Olivier salad is usually made with diced boiled potatoes, carrots, brined dill pickles, green peas, eggs, celeriac, onions, diced boiled chicken or sometimes ham or bologna sausage, tart apples, with salt, pepper, and mustard added to enhance flavor, dressed with mayonnaise.

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New Year refuses to come in without Shuba!

Shuba means “fur coat”. A fish wears shuba in our plates.

Dressed herring, a herring under a fur coat is a layered salad composed of diced salted herring covered with layers of grated boiled vegetables  – potatoes, carrots, beet roots, chopped onions, and mayonnaise.

Black Caviar

Black caviar, thank you, Petr the Great, we eat by spoons, you know.

One of the most significant and breath-taking elements of the New Year’s Night is making wishes. I believe that my utmost wish made on the New Year’s Night will surely fulfill in the New 2016.

I tell you a secret – I know a unique method of making wishes that gives almost a hundred percent fulfillment guarantee: while the chimes are striking twelve, you see its in video, you should write the wish on a sheet of paper, burn it on a candle, mix the ashes in your glass of Champaign and drink it before the chimes cease striking.

Happy New 2016!!!

Christmas Child

Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas! This very word brings joy to our hearts. Little kids make Christmas fun. We can invite our inner child for the holidays. We will dance  around Christmas tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and waiting for Santa.

I know, yes, my adult knows where the presents really came from. But my inner child believes. So do yours little you.

Tonight is special, First Christmas full moon in nearly 40 years starts tonight! “It just makes Santa’s job easier and Rudolf can stay home,” Chad Myers, meteorologist, says.

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Our hearts, as winter tweeting birds, are beating in the astonishment. Santa is on his way! An angelic voice of our inner child is tender and crystal. Attentively we listen: “Thank You, Maria, for the Child!”:

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

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Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

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Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be?
Which inspire your heavenly songs?

Inner child

Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ Whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.

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See Him in a manger laid,
Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
With us sing our Savior’s birth.

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

We are all Maria for our inner child. Mother loves her children. Christmas Miracle is in the newborn child you are tonight.

Merry Christmas!

The Shortest Day

Hello God!

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!

Winter Solstice

So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.

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They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,

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And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – Listen!

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All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends!

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And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.

by  Susan Cooper

 

Make a Wish!

Make a wish to live in Light, as light as a child’s breath,

As light as a snowflakes dance in your eyes…

Thank you for your winter smile.

Vogue Star Wars

Hello God!

Thank You for the genius of Jorge Lucas. My heart is beating in gratitude for Jorge Lucas creations when I see how my daughter watches “Star Wars” film by film. Together we look forward to the release Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

I have stumbled upon on the photos by Eisuke Ishiguro shooted for Vogue  in 1977. Ishimuro explained his approach to the shooting “Since “Star Wars” heavily relied on visual effect, we thought the photographs should be simple and direct,” he says. “I lit them to look two-dimensional and almost comic strip–like.”

So please enjoy the Big Blondes with long-haired furs on long-haired girls in fantastic company with C-3PO and Darth Vader.

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I remember C-3PO from my childhood. I love him!  “Don’t blame me. I’m an interpreter. I’m not supposed to know a power socket from a computer terminal”.

“Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.”

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Artoo says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1. Actually Artoo has been known to make mistakes… from time to time… Oh dear…

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George Lucas did not simply create a fantasy empire. He established a philosophy, one that has shaped our culture for decades. I was grown with “Star Wars” and now I happily nurture my daughter by “Star Wars”.

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Let me share my favourite quotes from George Lucas.

“If you want to be successful in a particular field, perseverance is one of the key qualities.”

“You have to find something that you love enough to jump over hurdles and break through the brick walls.”

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“A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind…. All his life has he looked away…to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless.”

“Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”

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“Always remember, your focus determines your reality,” I say to my daughter every morning before the school by George Lucas’s words. Good reminder for all of us.

Thank you for sharing this present moment with me. I am happy in your company. I wish you a very good and inspirational day.

May the Force be with you!

 

Aurora Waltz

Hello God!

Thank You for December. Aurora is inviting us to dance the snow waltz in the Сalendar Ball. Photographer Mo Devlin is our reporter tonight. He shoots our breathing in the dance with Aurora.

Northern lights – blues and greens, the ocean of rainbows is in the sky. This is beautiful Aurora.

“The bright dancing lights of the aurora are actually collisions between electrically charged particles from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere. The lights are seen above the magnetic poles of the northern and southern hemispheres. They are known as “Aurora borealis” in the north and “Aurora australis” in the south” I am reading in the National Geographic. Aurora keeps the Earth in her both hands and we are all in her hugging lights.

The draperies of innumerable spectral colours decorate the Ball we are waltzing with Aurora feeling her winter breath…

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“Dance with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll teach you to live radiantly dancing in this very Moment. Yes, learn to live joyfully even the moment is winter and cold”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Winter Sun

“Breath with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll show you the Flower of Life. You are this Flower of Life, please, blossom, even in the ice”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Violet Dream

“Move with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll invite your soul to dance. Your soul is dancing in the wonder with an abundance of lights”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

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“Follow me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll open you the Milky Way spilled across the night. There are always stars in the sky even you can not see its in your darkest night”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.Iris

“Love me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll send the waves of love cascading down to heal all wounds of the world”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

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“Believe me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll hug your whole essence with the beauty of My light!”

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Thank You very much for waltzing with me. I am happy to breath with you in the unison.

Have a beautiful Monday! And remember to breath with Aurora in the snow waltz.

Thanksgiving Choir

Hello God!
Thank You for the music we are singing in our joyful choir! Today we celebrate Thanksgiving!

“Thank you for the music” by ABBA is for now!

I am so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing the grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Music

I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud.

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So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me.

I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing my grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Rhapsody in Blue

Hello God!

Thank You for George Gershwin. Sometimes life is difficult and to live, even to breath, is hard.

But we always have jazz. “Jazz is one of the best things you can find in your life, it can always be your friend” George said optimistically.

I am walking along the GUM show windows and the invisible jazz band are playing Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue…

November Rhapsody

Blue beat of Gershwin’s heart makes

Our souls tapping out George’s rhythm.

Where had he got it?

From the sounds of the streets –

Melancholic legato of sadness in rain,

Bright lights of the city offbeat loneliness.

Ironic staccato of creaking taxi

And strenuous squeak of a tram dismantle

Black wall of the fear and hysteria.

Blue light of the Rhapsody is inside us.

Sunday Rhapsody

In rows of streets in trum-pa-paam,

We move together in tandem.

First La, then Fa, then Sol with Si syncope,

We are performing the Rhapsody.

Our souls are lighting by Blue sounds.

Our bodies are dancing in Blue ballet,

Our minds are singing with Blue dreams.

Please listen Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin.

George Gershwin explains the happiness rule: “Life is a lot like jazz. It’s best when you improvise”. Today and always we improvise with smiles and Blue light directly from the Sky.

Thank you for your uplifting mood. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to light in Blue your day.

Good Bad Teacher

Hello God!

Thank You for my teacher of the piano. My dearest friend Linda has announced the Time Machine Challenge and I can not miss the flight. So let me activate the machine teleport section and invite you to my journey!

George Goodwin Kilburne - Piano Practice

The Port 1980. I am a young girl as you see on the painting by George Goodwin Kilburn “Piano Practice”. The piano is Miracle for me. I am touching its keys with trembling little fingers and sounds are wonderful. Oh, the piano sounds are my wings, I am flying.

Angry music conductor’s voice I am hearing in my ears  – “Do not touch the piano. It is forbidden in the kinder garden”. But my dream has just born. It is just in the right time. My dream is to play the piano all my life. With hopeful heart I am looking forward the time when I will study in the musical school.

The Port 1984. I am in the musical school. It was not difficult to attend. After elementary intonation and rhythm tests I am here. You see below the painting “The first piano lesson” by Jules-Alexis Mueller.

The First Piano Lesson 

This is my second piano lesson. I do not want to play the piano anymore. My dreams about happy sounds gone with my teacher’s loud words: “You are lazy and stupid”.  I feel this heavy space in the class after my diagnosis. There are no rooms for colourful notes and dancing treble clef. Black and white keys, black and white notes in a music sheets are in my tears.

My teacher of the piano is old. Actually he is 58 y.o. but when you are 6 y.o. – 58 y.o. is almost ancient age. Soviet Moscow Conservatory gifted me my teacher. (In the portal 1984 I simply do not know that he is my gift.) He is devoted Communist. Oh, I am really lucky that the Communist Party had approved almost all classic composers. I play Bach’s Well Tempered Clavier, Beethoven’s marches and Mozart’s sonatas.

The question is how I am learned to play the piano. The teaching methods are cruel, repressive and harmful. In the teacher’s opinion I am infected with the seeds of laziness and I have no horizons to archive. “You will never become a pianist. My aim is to toughen you for later life and to instrumentalize your senses in favor of Communism builder’s functions” my teacher said.

So, I am going to be Communism builder. Daily 3 practicing hours of scales and accords help me – my teacher is sure. I hate my teacher of the piano. I hate his “black pedagogy”.

“Aaaaaaa, I can not hold it! Stop-stop it immediately. You are mediocracy! Your playing is horror for me. Beethoven was the favourite Lenin’s composer. And you are asking me about pink and romantic Schumann. No, no and no!” – the mentor chooses the repertoire for me.

Leighton Edmund Blair The Piano Lesson

The Port 1989. The painter Leighton Edmund Blair in his “The Piano Lesson” expresses my teacher’s  shock. The last year before the college has just begun and I announced that I am going to the pianistic department. I am playing Serious Variations by Mendelssohn I have learned in summer by myself.

I must study in the musical college, the pianistic department, I decide.

“Ha-ha-ha, girl, what allows you to think you are suitable for this department? Do you know that even if you will start to practice at 5.30 every morning, you are not going to be accepted, because you are untalented. Just agree and accept this fact!” – I try to keep my tears inside my eyes. I am strong and hard as stone.

“Black pedagogy” is an approach that is directed toward breaking the will of a child, in order to make it an obedient subject, with the aid of open or concealed use of force, manipulation, and repression.” My teacher is the virtuoso in this field.

This year is tough. My mother has got married the second time. At 5.30 at mornings I have a possibility just to sit and see the keys of the piano not touching its, due to my stepfather, Afghanistan survivor with damaged brain, hates the sounds. By the way he is the second motivator to leave my family.

My teethes are clenched, my tears are drained. I feel and I respect my own will.

“Listen, pupil, if you will be accepted to the college I install your golden bust near the entrance to this school by my own hands” – my teacher “promises” me the award. “Oh, poor great composers, they are whirling up and down in their coffins endlessly when you play” – my teacher “supports” me.

The new story

The Port 1990. I am trembling near the door. I will play the entrance program when it opens. I am playing etude, prelude and fuga, sonata and piece. Everything goes very well. Good technique, smooth sound, relevant penalisation are demonstrated. I know it.

I am accepted to the pianistic department in the musical college!!! The new beautiful exiting life opens its door for me.

I have never seen my good bad teacher after the entrance exam. I have no strength to meet him again…

2015. We are here now. My conclusions about this time journey are optimistic. Communist Party means nothing in this story – in every society mediocre man has a defined social role. “Black Pedagogy” may be effective but risky. To repress the will of a child is possible when you see something bigger than your “repression” in this soul. My teacher saw it. He knew he was hated by my heart and bones. He paid this heavy price for my future.

Through years of flying on the wings of the sounds of the piano I understand that my excellent and brilliant teacher of the piano is the gift from the Sky. I am endlessly grateful for the cross of our destinies.

By the way no one from my own pupils has become a musician. My methods are too soft and my knowledge is based on humanitarian approach. So who is good? My teacher of the piano is.

The film “Whiplash” is about him. I recommend to watch it.

Thank you for this possibility to share my journey. We all must grow and mostly the way is hard and painful.

The next portal in Linda’s Time Machine is the story from Scottish Island Mum. We are here to keep our hands together and tightly. Please, take my hand.