Tag: Happiness

Thankfulness

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Hello God!

Thank You for the ability to be grateful for everything we have. “God gave us minds to think with and hearts to thank with,” said Douglas Wilson.  I love that!

My heart says “Thank You” to Gabriel Lucatero. His blog and books are inspiring and shaping lives. He has nominated me for twin awards!

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Thank you, wonderful Bee for the Loyal Reader Award. Her un-puzzled heart is the Ocean of Brightness and Poetic Dreams.

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The rules of Awards:

1. Display the logo on a post – done

2. Thank the person who nominated you and link to his/her site – done.

3. State seven things about you – done.

4. Nominate a bloggers and inform them via comment in their blog – done.

You, my dear follower and reader, make my soul blossoms.

I am here for you.

I am thinking about you and how to make you happy whole day.

I am floating in the myriad of thoughts about how to make you smile.

Sometimes I speak with you in my dreams, the themes are usually philosophical.

Sometimes I write a post at deep night by happy accompaniment of my husband and daughter’s breathing.

Sharing your moment of happiness is important and value for me.

The Trio of Awards goes to:

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http://bizangelgirl55.wordpress.com

http://witlessdatingafterfifty.wordpress.com

http://walkingonacountryroad.wordpress.com

http://erikandrulis.wordpress.com

http://talkingexperience.wordpress.com

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http://magicandmarvels.wordpress.com

Thankfulness is the key, 

To let you know

I’m here to love you,

Never let you alone.

Romantic Picnic

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Hello God!

Thank You for a summer joy of romantic picnic we go with our special.

“After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L’Heure Bleue.

She talked about “perfect moments.” One such moment happened that afternoon; she’d been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, ‘I’ll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L’Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.”

by Susan Hubbard, The Society of S

The last video by Moschino visualizes the picture perfectly! Just imagine Chic Petals instead  L’Heure Bleue. In our case the matter is in pleasure of romantic picnic.

Have a romantic picnic on this weekend!

Life’s Ladder

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Hello God!

Thank You for Friday. I am happy today and I am in hurry to share my mood with you by the wonderful painting and inspiring poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Unto each mortal who comes to earth
A ladder is given by God at birth,
And up this ladder the soul must go,
Step by step, from the valley below;
Step by step to the center of space
On this ladder of lives to the starting place.

In time departed, which yet endures,
I shaped my ladder and you shaped yours,
Whatever they are, they are what we made,
A ladder of light or a ladder of shade;
A ladder of love or a hateful thing,
A ladder of strength or a wavering string,
A ladder of gold or a ladder of straw–
Each is the ladder of righteous law.

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Curiosity by Eugene von Blaas

In useless effort, then, waste no time;
Rebuild your ladder, and climb and climb.

And climb and climb…

Thank you for your uplifting and cheerful mood. It is right vibration for a happy weekend. Enjoy every stair on your life’s ladder! I do enjoy :-).

Raspberry Tale

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Hello God!

Thank You for raspberries we enjoy in July. Raspberries remind me a wonderful and sweet taste from my childhood. I remember a big bushes of raspberry I was playing with my little sister in. I was a bear and she was a hare. Our story was about a lost little hare and a bear who was asked by mother of a little hare to find her daughter. When a bear had found a bushes of raspberries bear forgot about asking to find a little hare. So bear, me, ate a raspberries when little hare, my sister, sat in the bushes. My mother was waiting for us with a little cup of raspberries her children had gathered…

A magic smell and taste of raspberries and homemade waffles keep my happy memory about childhood.

Every family had an electrical waffle maker you see below. I am lucky because my mother-in-law has the waffle maker which is rare vintage thing from USSR now.

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The first picture is actual photo of my mother-in-law’s equipment. The waffle maker is baking very well.

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The recipe of waffles is simple:

200 gr. butter or margarine
1 cup of sugar
5 eggs
1.5 cup of flour

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Hand made cottage cheese is delicious. I add a half cup of sugar and steer it to cream mass.

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Rasberries are just from the garden. What’s a beautiful and delicious union!

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My ruby red mouth

Will be stained for days

The way my teeth hide the seeds

I’m totally amazed!

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Oh raspberry you’re beautiful

Red nectar of the season

I think you know…

You give life a reason!

Thank you for sharing with me this happy moment.

Romance Mood

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Hello God!
Thank you for the sweet memory I have about my first sight in my future husband’s eyes. What a fleeting sense of happy uncertainty “Is he the One?” “Yes, yes,yes, he is,” beating of my heart had answered. As always my brain was the last who had accepted this fact.

My today’s mood is romantic and I am happy to share with you this poetic moment.

To ***

I still recall the wondrous moment:
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

In sorrow, when I felt unwell,
Caught in the bustle, in a daze,
I fell under your voice’s spell
And dreamt the features of your face.

Years passed and gales had dispelled
My former hopes, and in those days,
I lost your voice’s sacred spell,
The holy features of your face.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days began to drag in strife.
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, with fascination,
Beats rapidly and finds revived
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Alexander Pushkin

I see you are smiling about your happy memory about the glimpse you remember for your whole life!