Thank You for this very moment when I have a happy possibility to write to you a story feeling your light breath and beautiful eyes. Your heart is beating with mine in unison – we live and have a miraculous life!
Just as a life is made of days, so are days made of moments. There are a thousand tiny miracles that punctuate our days. Flora Forager has blessed my today by her beautiful art and I am here to bless yours.
The prince August is on his galloping horse. He is in love, he is in hurry to save her. The prince are kissing his princess…
“Wake up, my Princess! Wake up, Glorialana! I am the prince. My name is August. You were enchanted by evil Baba Yaga. My younger brothers, the prince June and the prince July, were not strong enough to awake you. My kiss is awaking. My love is true.
I am here to take you to Paris on the wings of love.”
“Est-ce vous, mon prince? Vous vous êtes bien fait attendre – Are you my prince? You’ve kept me waiting a long time” the princess said.
The prince August charmed by her words… He knows how to express his joy. He promises happiness in every moment!
This summer rain
I am bringing to you
Tender petals of drops
Kissing your lips.
We are riding a bike,
We are flying on our own.
We are singing with the wind
Dancing on our happy faces.
We have ice cream,
The best in Paris
It is sweet and yummy.
Tea pot is on,
The cups are waiting,
Mint flavor is refreshing
Nightgale sings, the moment is perfect.
I wake up and celebrate the moment! Thank you, the prince August for your magical kiss.
A life well lived is firmly planted in the sweet soil of moments. The prince August have kissed our lips and his touch promises happiness. We need just unwrap his hidden treasures by open a simple moment.
Thank You for the huge vase of lavender and deep purple lilacs standing on the table near my computer where I am writing to you. I have chosen these spring paintings by Ekaterina Grebenkina to visualize the vase.
With the lilac’s dazzling scent and tender touching of tiny flowers on my face Lilac legends are for today…
The English common name “lilac” is from the French lilac. The Latin word for lilac is syringa. The genus name Syringa is derived from Greek “syrinx”, meaning a hollow tube or pipe.
According to Greek mythology Syrinx was a Naiad Nymph of the River Ladon in Arkadia in southern Greece.
Sad love story we see on this painting “Pan et Syrix” by French painter Edmund Dulac.
As told by the Roman poet Ovid in the Metamorphoses, the lusty satyr Pan eagerly pursued the wood nymph Syrinx. Guarding her virtue, she ran until she reached a river and desperately begged her sisters of the stream to transform her. Just as Pan was about to embrace her, Syrinx changed into a lilac, also called a reed-tree or pipe-tree.
When Pan discovered that he was holding nothing but a tiny lilac flowers, he sighed in disappointment, causing the wind to blow through its. He was enchanted by the sound, believing it to be the mournful cry of his beloved Syrinx. He fashioned a set of pipes so that he could have her with him always…
Another legend tells how the lilac flowers came into being when Spring drove away snow from the fields and raised the sun higher – a rainbow appeared. Spring then gathered sunbeams and rainbow colors and scattered them to Earth. Where white and violet colors fell, small fragrant pale lavender flower bushes appeared. In other places where white colors fell, there were white lilac bushes.
Lilac brings enchantment and faithfulness to us. Let’s enjoy lilac blooming and legends with romantic Rahmanihoff!
Thank You very much for sharing with me this fantastic lilac experience and knowledge. This very moment when I am feeling your beautiful and smiling eyes is inspiring and promising. We are blooming together as lilac bushes.
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 of gifts for the New Year.
Ha, ha, ha “April Fish!” I have tagged a paper fish on your back and we are happily laughing with French children and adults who are tricking each other in the same way.
Undrinkable juice I have prepared by adding gelatine,
I caramelised an onions instead of an apples,
I added green colour in the pack of milk,
Today is April Fish Day! Let’s celebrate!
You know to see happy laughing eyes of my family and friends is the greatest happiness I can imagine and wish for myself and for you!
I invite you to share our today’s laughing by watching The Cat Concerto. Jerry is the Master of a pranks!
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.
Linda’s questions are simple but its deepness opens when I begin to think…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Thank You for Maslenitsa. My generous Soul is raised from the rich mix of Belorussian, Russian and Polish roots and Joy is in my heart now because of celebrating the most wonderful week in a year.“Maslenitsa,” or “Pancake Week,” began yesterday, on March 24 this year.
Pancakes are made every day during the week, starting Monday, but most of all from Thursday to Sunday. Pancake-making is a pagan tradition that goes way back in Russian history. It is the pagan sun god “Yarilo” who banishes the winter darkness, and the round golden pancake is meant to represent the sun. Below you see the schedule of the week.
French “Vendeur de beignets” means a seller of crepes or pancakes. He is waited for in every house now.
We are welcoming spring and all about the enlivening of nature and bounty of sunny warmth. Thank you for celebrating with me. The week is going to be joyful and delicious.
They have nominated me for the Awards. Their worlds are amazing. I am the happiest person on the planet because of this possibility to be a part and touch their Universes. Thank You!
I allowed to myself to gather the nominations in a set I called the Perfect Set. The Perfect Tea Set for a dolls we see above. Beautiful and fragile porcelain promises a good tea party in a very good company. Let’s have a tea party!
Sip by sip we are enjoying and sharing our ideas, views, stories and , in contrary of the words of Henry Fielding “Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea”, our sugar is Love, Kindness, Joy and Compassion. Please take a cake from the French cafe I have been in recently and taken these photos.
The Perfect Set of Awards and the invitation to join to our tea party with French cakes go to my friends from:
A really beautiful Soul have created a “Loving Recipe for a Perfect Cup of Tea.
1 Willing friend who loves to sit and share
1 Grateful heart to have a friend that cares
1 Beautiful garden to show us God is near
Plus Many wonderful memories of times shared throughout the years
Lots of smiles and laughter to brighten up our days
Many prayers that we prayed for each other along the way.”
The recipe is perfect, we know it now. Thank You for your company. I am really happy to sip from my Perfect Cup of Tea with you!
Thank You for Paris. This city is special in my destiny. I with my Dream Man had decided to marry there. You know I love to return to this happy time because the good memory of the crystal clearness about our future together works. It, this memory, works really good in a cloudy times.
We were walking hand in hand and Paris was our love song our heart were singing in unison. As on these wonderful paintings by French artist Jacques Guignard.
She plays the violin in happy dreams about Love.
He asks the Moon to help in finding her.
They are together now and the rain is dancing in a joy to see them under an umbrella.
Their Love is blooming in Paris. But who is in blue? Nobody, just shade of fear to loose the feelings.
The river Senna has taken out all fears and Love freely flows in their hearts.
Their wedding dance is waltz of Love, of course, by Strauss.
Miracle have happened. The embodiment of Love is on the way. “Salut!” their daughter will say in French, because of Love in Paris.
Thank You for your light smile and a small tear from your eyes because of sweet memory we have just relived again.
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 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.