Maslenitsa Mystery

Hello God!

Thank You for Maslenitsa!

We are celebrating this sun-festival during the last week before Great Lent and the most characteristic food of Maslenitsa is bliniGolden pancakes symbolize the sun, helping to warm the frozen earth, and by eating them, we receive a piece of its warmth and protection from evil.

This beautiful girl embodies Maslenitsa Mystery which Anton Chekhov describes in his “Blini”. And turning on the other side of my blin I am reading:

“Did you know that blini have been around for more than a thousand years, from the old, so-called Slavonic ab ovo – Latin, “from the egg”? They came into the light prior to Russian history, experienced it all from the beginning to the last page, and there is no doubt that, like the Samovar, they were thought up by a Russian mind.”

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“It is sad to think that these delicious circles of dough serve only narrow culinary and gastronomic purposes. …As for me, I am almost certain that the ever-talking old blini, in addition to being cooked and eaten, have other goals. Aside for heavy, indigestible dough, in them is hidden something higher, more symbolic, perhaps even prophetic… but what?

It is and remains a deep, impenetrable female mystery, which is as difficult to solve, as it is to get a bear to laugh. Yes, blini, their meaning and purpose – this is a female mystery, a mystery which man will not soon uncover. …

Since prehistoric times, Russian woman watches over this sacred secret, passing it from generation to generation, through none other than her daughters and granddaughters.”

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Barbie in the pancakes dress is the result of Maslenitsa Mystery.

“How are blini made? It is unknown. Only the distant future will know. We must, without thought or question, eat what we are served. This is a mystery!

I do not know what the process of making blini consists of, but mystery and gravity, with which the woman has furnished this rite, are somewhat familiar to me. There is a lot here that is mystical, fantastical and even spiritual. Seeing a woman baking blini, one might think that she’s summoning spirits or extracting dough from the philosopher’s stone”.

For today I suggest you to cook blini and, perhaps, Maslenitsa Mystery will be open to you.

Thank you for your pancakes. They are so delicious and I am feeling the light of your hands and heart fulfilling my essence with Maslenitsa Mystery.

 

Cinderella’s Diary

Hello God!

Thank You for Cinderella.

We all know her story but nothing about her marriage with Prince Charming. Today’s morning I have found the continuation of her story in the wonderful poem “Cinderella’s Diary” by Ron Koertge. With these Vogue illustration I am happy to share it.

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“I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say,
but it’s true. The prince is so boring: four
hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Again. The page who holds the door is cute
enough to eat. Where is he once Mr. Charming
kisses my forehead goodnight?

Every morning I gaze out a casement window
at the hunters, dark men with blood on their
boots who joke and mount, their black trousers
straining, rough beards, calloused hands, selfish,
abrupt…

Step-mother.jpgOh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
those insufferable birds, someone in every
room with a lute, the queen calling me to look
at another painting of her son, this time
holding the transparent slipper I wish
I’d never seen”.

Cinderella is running to step-mother’s hands even faster than she was in hurry to Prince Charming. Cinderella’s story in this film is beautiful but you know we should be careful what we wish for.

Thank you for your smiling eyes and light breath, it is great pleasure to feel them for me. Have a beautiful day!

Denim World

Hello God!

Thank You for my jeans. I really love its and can not imagine my life without a pair of blue jeans. Today is a significant day for blue jeans. On May 20, 1873, Levi Strauss and Jacob Davis received the first patent for blue jeans. 

Michael Tompsett created a denim maps – we live in Denim World.

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I am reading in “Time”: “The world is blue-jean country now,” LIFE proclaimed in its Nov. 24, 1972, issue. At that time, blue jeans were closing in on their 100th birthday, or at least the anniversary of the official patent Levi Strauss and Jacob Davis were granted on May 20, 1873, for copper-riveted jeans. The sturdy cotton trousers had not only become synonymous with American fashion, but they were also a hot second-hand commodity overseas, as Europeans sought to embody what LIFE called “the aura of Wild Western authenticity.”

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When LIFE revisited Davis and Strauss’ invention in the early 1970s, the U.S. was producing 450 million yards of denim annually and American jeans were selling on the Russian black market for $90. LIFE described this “denim takeover” as follows: “The jeans that once encased the scrawny rumps of cowboys and gold miners of the American West have become the standard garb of the world’s youth. They’re the favorite off-duty clothes of fashion models from L.A. to St. Tropez. By buying up bales of fashionably used ones, Britain and the Continent have made millionaire exporters of U.S. ragmen.”

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The biggest irony in blue jeans’ emergence as a worldwide sartorial phenomenon was how far they had come from their original purpose as the laborer’s uniform. “The idea that he might one day be hailed as a world fashion leader,” LIFE wrote, “would surely have given old Levi Strauss a laugh.”

Thank you for wearing a pair of your favorite blue jeans. We are together in our Denim World.

Spring Waltz

Hello God!

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!

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The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.

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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!

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A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!

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Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!

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More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..

Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…

Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!

La Habanera

Hello God!

Thank You for Carmen. By Your Great Inspiration Prosper Merimee had created Carmen on the paper and Georges Biset had inhaled the Soul to her! What’s the brilliance of melody, harmony, atmosphere and orchestration! Carmen is a rare rose, she breathes with every drops of the rain of Love, true Love she exists because of.

Carmen lives in Seville. And you know the International Flamenco Fashion Show has opened there. You are lucky if you are in Seville until 8 February – you can see this fantastic show.

La Habanera is for today!

Models present creations from Vicky Martin Berrocal during the International Flamenco Fashion Show in Seville

When will I love you?
My Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

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Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

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Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself!

Passion

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is.

All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you.

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Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, ever, known a law;
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!

Thank you for sharing with me my fascination of Carmen. I love your smile – I am here to see and feel a sparkles in your eyes. Today the sparkles are from Spain!

 

A Tiny Cup of Coffee

Hello God!

Thank You for my beige mood today. Warning up with a cup of latte I enjoy my winter blue in a dreams. The inviting aroma of coffee and cream tickles my nose and by the neural canals the most romantic memories are awaking in my brain and wrapping me up in a cozy blanket of Love.

I see in the “1902 Doll” by Robert Piguet endless tenderness and feel beauty of being alive. My latte is Beige, the doll is in Beige. And a love story is in the air.

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It has all begun with a tiny cup of coffee. Elisabeth is the piano teacher and between a lessons she loves to enjoy her coffee break in a cafe. “Oh, I can catch a happy dose of silence together with cinnamon aroma and creamy taste of my coffee here – my noisy pupils are so nice, but I need, I desperately need 5 minutes of rest” – we are unintentional listeners of a beautiful conversation.

“I am Robert, a writer. Could I join to you for sharing a happy dose of reflections and coffee? I will be silent, I promise” – she nodded and a smile touched her eye corners.

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Robert and Elisabeth are sitting together on their regular table in absolute silence but clouds above their cups of coffee tell us about their hearts beating in Love unison. We see it and know it for sure…

She have found an envelope under the door when her last lesson ended tonight. “Dear Elisabeth! Due to our “silent minutes”, please, allow me to open my heart in this letter – I know, I know you can think that I am a coward but I do respect our silence dose, so to say you something in the minutes of our meetings is impossible for me. And you know I am a writer…” – a tears of happiness are rolling down her cheeks.

“There is no moment of my life when you are not a part of me; you hold my heart; you guard my soul; you guide my dreams so tenderly… And if my will might be done, and all I long for could come true, with perfect joy I would choose to share eternity only with you.” Robert writes in a hope.

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They sit in silence as usual with a tiny cups of coffee.  “Oh, what’s the sounds!” – the engagement ring is in her cup! “Yes, I do” – she’s whispering…

“Through all of our seasons this will be certain; this will be constant, shining and true: with the gift of your heart you gave my life meaning; and I’ll spend a lifetime cherishing you.”

The “Grande Valse brillante” in E♭ Major by Frédéric Chopin is the hymn to their Love!

Enjoy your cup of coffee and your true love will find you. I know, I promise. I am the piano teacher.

2014 Candies

Hello God!

Thank You for 2014 Candies we have enjoyed every days of our wonderful 2014 year! Traditionally every New Year begins from a big-big jar of candies under Christmas tree every chid and adult on our planet find. Let me open my own jar of candies and share it with you with my warmest New Year congratulations!

Roberto Bernardi visualises my jar of candies in a very beautiful way, please enjoy.

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My dear beautiful sister Linda has announced the 2014 Wrap-Up challenge: Present Your Gifts. I accepted the challenge and, you know, it was not an easy task for me.

Linda’s questions are simple but its deepness opens when I begin to think…

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Which lessons did you learn?

I think, I am good in learning a lessons, especially when I am expecting excellent mark, unfortunately.

My 2014 lesson was to learn not to expect a marks, any marks from people. Painful memories of a little school girl scared by her mother’s crying about “bad” marks are gone. “Am I good enough? Am I good mother, wife, sister, friend  and ect?” leads to deadly dangerous doubt “Am I good enough for living at all?”

My inner child desperately needs healing from a fear to disappoint somebody and this horror dependency from “bad” marks. Our healing path is going to be long, we will eat 2015 candies together.

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How did you serve others?

Oh, you know, I live in a social environment where a worries, a troubles and an emotions about these troubles are important part of culture in my country. We are again in our usual economic “crisis”. “What are we going to do? How are we going to live?” my friend is exclaiming in Blackglama mink coat, the price of it equals an annual budget of a small African country. By the way mink coat is an important part of our culture too. “Ruble is unstable. Dollars and Euros are rising. Sanctions are unbearable!” – this kaleidoscope of complaints and false fears is in the air now.

I meet my people with my warmest smile and hug. Every forth family in my country has a dacha where vegetables and fruits, even meat, grow. The most people here have never seen and tried “French cheese” they are “suffered” by its absence. “French cheese” is in a wide sense, meaning gourmet delicacies.

I do hope I serve my people to see beautiful truth about changes, changing inside comes first. I wish I could turn their complaints in a precious energy for supporting each other.

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What blessings did you receive?

My personal blessings are deal with our crisis. The time to change my Lewis jeans with the North Face down coat uniform is coming. An ensemble of a maxi plaid linen skirt with a shearling lamb jacket in a folk style is going to play a hymn to my femininity in supporting my people’s loving hands.

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Did you receive any “gifts” in terms of powers or skills?

Sadly I accept some people are suffered by the crisis. My greatest gift 2014 has presented is in my power to help an orphans and an old people by clothing and food. Even kind smile has power to enlighten a crying child’s face. I love to see smiles in return when I help, and I have even to hide my tears of  happiness my heart expresses.

I have Power to keep my own family happy – sometimes a grey mood of our environment touches my darling people. Fire optimism and endless belief in a future happy changes are fundamental stones of my Power and main candies of 2015.

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Was there something you lost that turned out to be a blessing in disguise?

Yes, due to absence of gourmet delicacies I lost 19 lb. ha, ha, ha! Could I imagine myself so young, slim and beautiful a year ago? It is a joke about gourmet delicacies. I tell you my secret – my diet is sugar free! It was hard way with the severe wind of cake’s temptation and frosty breathing of yogurt mousse with strawberry sauce… Thank you, crisis, for forbidden French macaroons.

Happily overwhelmed by the choices in a sweet Universe candy shop I have chosen a dancing and singing candies for 2015. Hardly believe? Please meet the Sugarplum Fairy!

Thank You, 2014, for happy changes I am in progress. Thank you, Linda for the challenge! The next participant of  2014 Wrap-Up challenge: Present Your Gifts is Shelley.

Thank you, my dear readers and followers, for being in my life, for great inspiration you always so generously present, for this very, very happy moment we share together on New Year eve!

Happy, sweet, beautiful, fairy New 2015 Year!

 

Privet, Pushkin!

Hello God!

Thank You for Pushkin. He is my favourite poet since I am 3 y.o. A memories from childhood define a happiness as a feeling which influences on whole life.

As for me happiness is a December’s evening and my mother or grandmother is reading for me a fairy tale by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin. I am sitting near a window and feeling the North breath of Ded Moroz. I am dancing as a ballerina with snowflakes and the words of fairy poetry by Pushkin are our rhythmic pulse of music of imagination…

Today I am reading Pushkin’s fairy tales for my daughter.

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Oh, do you recognise our old friend cat Vasya? Happy meeting has happened today and Vladimir Rumyantsev, the painter, has illustrated it.

In snow St. Petersburg along Neva embarkment Alexandr Pushkin is in hurry to his beloved Natasha with a thoughts about a new fairytale. “Privet, Pushkin!” he suddenly stopped and saw a small creature – a cat. “Mmm, sorry, I heard your voice?” Pushkin is puzzled. “And you think a cats can only myay-maya-meowing” Vasya frowned, and said, “I am special, I can read your thoughts – and what you are keeping in your mind now is actually not a fairytale“.

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“Could you help me, dear Vasya to create a good poem?” Alexandr asked, “instead I provide a plate of milk and my warm company for you”. “Mmmmyay I should think for a moment,” answered Vasya.

“Well, let’s go and write! Our happy duet is going to create” Pushkn and Vasya said in unison.

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“There’s a green oak by the bay,
on the oak a chain of gold:
a learned cat, night and day,
walks round on that chain of old:
to the right – it spins a song,
to the left – a tale of wrong.
Marvels there: the wood-sprite rides,
in the leaves a mermaid hides:
on deep paths of mystery
unknown creatures leave their spoor:
huts on hen’s legs you can see,
with no window and no door…”

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My daughter loves the story and we are inspired to create together this Christmas tree decoration.

Vasya continues to dictate:

“And I was there and I drank mead,
I saw the green oak by the sea,
I sat there while the learned cat
told its stories – here’s one that
I remember, and I’ll unfurl,
a story now for all the world…”

Please enjoy Vasya and Pushkin’s masterpiece.

Thank you, my reader, for your smile and light from your beautiful eyes because of you I am here.

 

 

Three Sisters

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Often we think that it is just another day in our life. You know what? It is not just another day: it is the day that is given to us.

Today is Thanksgiving. Every language in the world has a way of saying “thank you”. In English the Latin root of the word “gratitude” is “grate” or “gratis” – a given gift – and from this same root we get our word “grace”, which means a gift freely given.

We all are gifted by Today. Three miraculous minutes of gratitude are visiting us to remind that we are engaged in a Miracle which we do not even recognise.

I have read in one book that a state of gratitude is the door to which all of the other beautiful aspects of consciousness begin to flower. When we project gratitude and thankfulness from the core of our being we are powerfully affirming and raising the value of our life and every life we contact with.

Just three minutes in a day for gratitude three sisters on the painting “Rice Harvest” by Hermel Alejandre ask to open the gate to Miracle we recognise.

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Three minutes are sisters
Their beauty gives wings
To fly in blue Skye
of each other’s eyes.

The first sister is morning Aurora
She celebrates your breathing
Heart’s beating and opening your eyes.
Your body is alive today
Say “Thank You” for awakening!

The second sister is daylight Anora
Her beauty in a dance of seasons
She is in joyful Fa major of summer
She is in sweet November si minor.
Say “Thank You” for this day!

The third is sparkling star Alzubra
Her beauty is in mystic night
She wears a velvet coat
You are embroidering by silk of your dreams
Say “Thank You” for your calm night!

I think Edvard Grieg in the first piece of his “Peer Gynt” suite shares his gratitude in the perfect way.

Thank You for sharing Your Light and Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

 

Margarita, The Ship

Hello God!

Thank You for today! Today is the significant day. 6 years ago I received a tiny ship named by Margarita from an angel’s hands in a white robe.

It happened at 9.45 am in the morning. Under epidural anaesthesia through bright light of medical lamp or it was sun light or the sum of the whole light of the Universe I had seen my daughter at the first time.

The song of the first cry of my child was breathtaking and indescribably beautiful. The orchestra of new life was playing Magnificat in C-Dur and I remember the Solo Soprano voice of Angel Anastasia: “Good morning! I am a neonatologist. Everything is all right with your child. My congratulations!”

Michael Cheval, the artist, illustrates on the paintings “On the Way of Destiny” my today’s thoughts.

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The happiest moment of my life is

When I became a mother.

I have received a tiny ship

Named by Margarita from angel’s hands

In white-white robe.

My single aim is to deliver her to the Ocean…

The orchestra plays magnificent Magnificat in C-Dur by Telemann. Do you hear the first inspiration of a new life?

We love and enjoy our beautiful Way of Destiny. Happy Birthday, Margarita!

Thank You for this possibility to share our Way. Have a happy day!