Merry Christmas!

Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas. It does not matter how old we are, we are becoming children now because to believe in Miracle is natural for little heart.

Sergey Anisimov, a photographer, gives us this unique possibility to touch fantastic North world where Christmas fairy tale is born.

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Three little Stars playfully turning in the comets are gently laying on your face as a snowflakes. Joy, Love and Hope are their names. They hurry, they bring three golden keys to a New Life.

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We are all from the cradle. We all have met three little Stars with three golden keys. Your eye lids feels their coolness and the crystals help us to remember something very important. Why we are here? We are here to open the doors by the golden keys we are all gifted.

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The First Door is the World as a Big Friend. Our inner child always feel and know about friendful World. Look and feel around – we are breathing by friendly oxygen effortlessly, our body always carefully wrapped by soft brocade knitted from wind and breeze, rain and snow, light of Sun and Moon. Please remember Joy is the key and you have it in your pocket!

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The second door is Endless Beauty. You are the declaration of Perfection and the Key of Love opens the door. With your first inhaling and crying you are in a hands of love. Do you remember your first inhaling after the moment when you first dived in Love? You heart remembers – “Beauty is around, beauty is inside. Life is a flower I bring to your heart”. I love your smile, I love your eyes. You are beautiful.

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The key of Hope opens the third door of Happiness. To be optimistic is your naturally installed feature, and your heart knows it. We are all here on the journey of limited time. With every beat of heart we feel the moment as a precious. Listen to your heart and happily smile. Remember the key of Hope is yours and you know where the door.

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The golden keys we are all gifted by three Stars open the doors of Prosperity. Big Fish is in our hands. We have life! What’s the chance!

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From my heart please catch the snowball of Joy, Love, Hope, Beauty, Happiness, Prosperity ! The snowball is so enormous that in one moment you will turn in a big snowman! Let’s play and celebrate!

The song is joyful and about love! “I’ll take you away, away to tundra, I’ll wrap your shoulders in the bright arctic lights…”

Merry Christmas!

God of Buttons

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Many Faces. With winter weather endlessly to button and unbutton my skirt, my shirt, my jacket and my coat I have met the God of Buttons. His name is Augusto Esquivel.

“The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet”, German philosopher Novalis said. Tonight I have found the seat of my soul. Let me share the place with you.The Universe.jpg

My inner world and the outer world meet in my grandmother’s old can from “Quality Street” chocolates where the God lives. It is fulfilled by buttons where every button is a planet or a star. The God is creating His Universe in His Perfect Order.Edem.jpg

This is the secret meeting place where limitless wisdom is open navigating my life. The buttons are magical keepers of the stories about my family, love and dreams. The buttons remember tenderness of touching mother’s hands and my first steps in the beige sweater with apple trees and blue river, knitted by my grandmother, of course, with sparkling buttons as the Sun and cotton clouds. The buttons build the road of destiny and every buttons are the atoms creating the Perfect Universe with personal Eden.

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There is the fountain of life where every drops are joy, prosperity and trust. I see the world in those roses. The word “button” means flower’s bud. And I know about Miracle girl’s heart is asking for sewing the magical button with the words: “Rose button, rose bud keeps my beauty for Him to love”.  Trust, girl, in the button. Trust, girl, in the fountain!

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Luna Park is the embodiment of happiness. The Candy Shop with mesmerising sounds of caramel in rainbow paper con the wizard-saker scales I am feeling in my hands – God of buttons keeps my hand.

And Carousel! Between the beginnings, the first steps, and infinite, breathing worlds, these things gather together here. My child’s innocent smile with “Mama, I chose this horse!”, sparkling lights of silver and golden lamps, ancient music but with so familiar and warm sounds are saved in the buttons.  Carousel.jpg

Augusto Esquivel explains: “I realize how insignificant and small a simple sewing button can be as it lays in my grandmother’s sewing box, but at the same time how unique and precious it can become as part of a work of art. Like an atom in a molecule, each button serves and shapes the whole. I hold the button to my ear and it whispers to me, “I want to be…..”

Thank You, God of Buttons, for the place where my soul is now. Thank you, my dear friend, for your smile and I am a molecule of water in your eyes.

November Meow!

Hello God!

Thank You for the violin I am listening saying “Bye-Bye!” to November.

My November was pretty sad – “No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member – No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –November!” – Thomas Hood expresses my feelings. But beautiful November by Max Richer is in my headphones and my favourite cat by Vladimir Rumyantsev makes me smile.

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Do you remember Vasya? This cat is my lifesaver. Meow, meow, meow are at the beginning, but my eyes are closed, I am concentrated and start to distinguish clear words.

“I have found serenity in the most beautiful way. It is in the sounds of violin –  no words can describe how peaceful I am now. I am a little envious to those who knows how to play the violin. I would do anything to play the violin. In my dreams I learn to play the violin everyday with various notes and songs. In my dreams I open my case, tighten my bow, pluck a string to tune. And under apple tree with the sounds of violin Love touches my soul”, Vasya shares his secret with me.

October

“With the sounds of my violin I invite you to go fishing and boating. Let me to read a poem aloud in our boat. Listen “Fishing in Autumn” by Nguyen Khuyen.

The fall pond cheerless, the water clear,
I fish from a small boat drifting here.
Tiny blue ripples roll through the mist,
The wind, the leaves fly past with the year…”

November

“November… Empty branches, fallen leaves, orange, red and yellow became whiter on first snowflakes breeze. Autumn Burgundy is swirling to Winter Whiteness – I hear, I see it in the music! And the music ends with hope – the last day of November is promising happiness because tomorrow we will be hugged by tenderness of Angel of Winter. I know him. You will love him!” Vasya smiles.

With the cool wind comes a bright blue sky. With the last day of November comes a new white hope. Please enjoy this outstanding music. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to share it with you. Thank you.

Good Bye, Autumn! Good Bye, November!

Huggiving Day

Hello God!

Thank You for the hugs we give for each other. Today is Thanksgiving and Huggiving Day I have announced!

hug is a form of physical intimacy, universal in human communities, in which two or more people put their arms around the neck, back, or waist of one another and hold each other closely.

Spreading a little good in the world I give you my hug by the photos  you see now. Anyone worth meeting is worth hugging. And I am enormously happy to have this moment to hug you and imagine your smile and feel the beat of your heart.

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Let’s face the truth – we all have and enjoy our hand-held devices more often than hug our people. Our hands are too busy with these perfect tools for cutting us off from any human contact.

Please, just put the phone in your pocket. Log off your computer. Remove your iPod headphones. I suggest to free our hands and go reaching out and hugging people. Today.

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Doing little thing to touch a heart or a life changes the world forever. Shining a light on goodness spreads good in the world. Sharing love with another nurtures love around the world.

I am writing this post because I hope to change your life for the better, even if only for a moment, this very precious moment. And you know my own life is changed too. Thank you very much for your hands and warmness I am feeling now.

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“Genuine hugs give people freedom to be audaciously caring. They are an act of pure human love, and they give people new ways to build bridges, heal hurts, and put a little more joy in the lives of those we touch. No one should go hugless. Hugs are free. And best of all: when you hug, you get hugged back” I am reading in “The 10 Essential Hugs of Life” by Roy Spence.

Happy Huggiving Day!

 

Halloween EV3

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Today is Halloween and we are celebrating tonight with our new EV3.

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The Grand Hotel is calm and sleepy,

When the Horror knocks the door.

EV3 is the scariest robot,

It is from the Dark Planet.

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The Halloween Party was unforgettable…

Happy Halloween!

Wall of Wishes

Hello God!

Thank You for an enormous ways for making our wishes come true.

Yesterday I with my daughter were conductors of one from billions those ways. We were responsible for the Wall of Wishes in the park where New School Year celebration was hold.  Children were suggested to write on a paper palm their wishes and dreams for coming year.

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Children were active because of believing in the magic Wall we declared.

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Write it on a colourful palm and put in on the Wall. Kind and powerful wizards, enchanterscharmers from all possible and impossible worlds are gathered here for to come true your wishes and dreams .

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I dream about little dog. I dream about little sister. I wish my grandfather is well. My team is the best and we will win the season. Our teachers are kind. My papers have excellent marks. All tests I will pass brilliantly. Prestigious University is waiting for me. I wish peace and everything the best for everyone.

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The rainbow cover of children’s wishes and dreams fulfilled The Wall of Wishes very fast. I invite you to join us. Close your eyes, make a wish and touch the Wall on the screen you see now. Who knows – there are enormous ways, perhaps this is the one.

And I am singing for you my favourite song “Dream Big” by Ryan Shupe:

“And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
Cause when you dream it might come true.
For when you dream, dream big.”

Thank you for your smiling eyes and your cordial dream you are thinking about now touching our Wall of Wishes.

Please, remember, every night before falling asleep, stare at the sky, and keep your dream alive!

 

 

Master Pen

Hello God!

Thank You for today. The 1st of September is Day of Knowledge we are celebrating with a bouquet of flowers for a teachers and a bottle of champagne for parents. New school year has just begun!

My daughter goes to class of third graders. She likes her pen and has just created poem about it:

“My Master Pen, You look like on Magic Wand. Sometimes my letters are dancing as ballerinas, sometimes as hippopotamuses”. I tell you a secret mostly hippopotamuses are in her papers.

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Today I have introduced my daughter with Jake Weidmann and I am happy to share with you his fantastic calligraphy.

Jake Weidmann is the 11th Master Penman in the world!

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“I took it upon myself to really work obsessively on my handwriting everybody else in school had their laptops out in there are typing away and I had a pen in a pad of paper.

I practice a lot of different art forms but I particularly mix calligraphy into my artwork to give both the words and the pictures more life and a stronger message”, Jake says.The Ocean of Knowledge

Researchers have shown that children who know how to write by hand learn to read faster.  “When we write, a unique neural circuit is automatically activated,” neuroscientists say.

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“Handwriting is a movement skill. Try writing your name and address with eyes closed, most people are able to do it quite easily, this is because the movements of your hand when writing are firmly established in your movement memory because you have made them so often.. This is why children need to practise handwriting movements correctly and often” educators from Cambridge University say.

Dear Pen, Master Pen! Be my friend! Be my helper!

Teach me the joy of taking you to paper.

I write my soul by you. I express ballet of letters in my papers with you…

Happy New School Year!

 

 

Summer in Game

Hello God!
Thank You for Summer. Despite most of my Summertime I spent in my heavy caterpillar form on the beach I was lucky to find and read fantastic book “The Game” by Terry Schott.

According to the book life on Earth is not real. It is a very real virtual reality simulation created to replace the government school system on the planet Tygon. You, me and every person and thing in the cosmos are actually characters in giant supercomputer game.

In line of our calendar, today is the last day of Summer. But we all have enormous power to choose and enjoy Summer in every moment as we wish, because we live in holographic simulation. Even Elon Musk supports the idea about our life as video game with great graphics. I love Summer on the paintings by Helena Salnikova and I invite you to play with me in our big sandbox.

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Whirlpool of my imagination are mixing quotations from the  “The Game” with snowman’s fantasies about summer from “Frozen”.

“This game we play is full of contrasts. It has to be. Being warm is much better if you have known what it is to be cold. The light is a welcome break from being surrounded by darkness. Earth is contrast. Nothing is bad nor good; things are just on one end of the spectrum or the other. Some periods in a person’s life are full of confusion, peril, and pain”, explains Terry Schott.

Bee’s they buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz
And I’ll be doing whatever snow does in summer.
A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand
Prob’ly getting gorgeously tanned in summer. – Snowman sings.

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“Other periods are filled with times of clarity, safety and pleasure. I advise you to slow down and enjoy yourself when things are good. It can go on for years, but don’t waste one precious moment of the good times. Because the bad times come, and if you haven’t built up your reserves during the good times, you may not make it through the bad and into the next session of good”.

I’ll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm.
And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm!
And I can’t wait to see, what my buddies all think of me.
Just imagine how much cooler I’ll be in summer.

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“Each day in each person’s life is filled with some good, some bad, and lots of filler. I think the secret to a happy life is to focus on the good, forget the bad, and move calmly through the filler without getting too bored.”

The hot and the cold are both so intense,
Put ’em together it just makes sense!

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“When you find yourself travelling through the filler, search earnestly for the happy moments.Realize that it is in the filler moments where both the happy and the bad float around, waiting to be noticed by whoever chooses to focus on them.”

Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle,
But put me in summer and I’ll be a – happy snowman!

Happy Summer

“When you encounter the happy, live in that moment for as long as you can. Smile and tuck it away in your memory to be looked at whenever needed.

When you encounter the bad, don’t live in the moment. Let it pass as quickly as it can, don’t focus on it, and whatever you do, don’t grab onto it and tuck it away in your memory.”

When life gets rough, I like to hold on to my dream,
Of relaxing in the summer sun, just lettin’ off steam.

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“If that advice is too complicated to follow… just smile and laugh as much as you possibly can.”

Oh the sky will be blue, and you guys will be there too
When I finally do what frozen things do in summer!

Thank you for your smile, thank you for our game!

Happy day and Happy Summer in Game!

 

Heavy Caterpillar

Hello God!

Thank You for forcing me to write and publish this post. After almost a month of vacation on Danish riviera with unlimited delicious, fat as a rule, food, uncontrolled sugar and tons of ice-cream, than procrastination in any intellectual activities for 4 weeks I have stumbled on, mmmm let me say, really uncomfortable realisation  – I became a heavy caterpillar in my formless laziness.

Dan Lam‘s sculptures shows how I look like now. Heavy caterpillar is sitting on the coach and doing nothing. How to gather her to the cocoon of discipline? How am I going to gather myself in the cocoon of self-discipline?

Thunder thighs.jpg Writing this post is the pure procrastination. What can you expect from heavy caterpillar? Reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box with watching youtube, endless emailing and text-messaging to my friends – I do everything to avoid writing about my today’s condition because it is difficult to accept my heavy caterpillar.suggestions.jpg“A study done at the University of London found that constant emailing and text-messaging reduces mental capability by an average of ten points on an IQ test. It was five points for women, and fifteen points for men” – Dr. David Rock writes in his “Your Brain as Work”. So if I will stay in this condition of heavy caterpillar a little longer I have a risk to stay in this condition forever. My intellectual alert system installing in my brain is on. I have a chance to transform myself! The way to transformation is in the cocoon of dicipline.dainty.jpgI make a game of gathering my caterpillar to the cocoon of discipline. I believe it works. I am playing with her – “Wake up early and catch a fish”, “Play Bach and find a treasure”, “Stop sugar and buy new wings”, “Learn one French sentence and try good cheese”.  My heavy caterpillar loves that game. It’s rewarding. It’s a game! It’s tapping her into the happiness and fun and play and joy.Geting hot.jpgIt was destructive to punish my heavy caterpillar  for not gathering to the cocoon. I was uselessly screaming at her for 4 weeks – “Hey, you moron insect! Yea, you! What the hell is it with all the staff? You’re missing the freaking cocoon! What’s the point of that? Where’s your motivation and effectiveness? Where’s your pride? And what’s with the grin? You think this is funny?  Listen, the cocoon is serious business. Are you going to became a butterfly?”Just try it.jpg

I love my heavy caterpillar’s smile now. We are not in our cocoon of discipline and self discipline yet – transformation into a butterfly is a lifelong process. We are playing “Publish today’s post and go for a walk” now. You know I begin learning to parent myself. I am loving but wise mother for my heavy caterpillar.

I am incredibly happy to find and share with you this amazing animation. It is a story about heavy caterpillar. Please enjoy and smile.

Transformation into flying butterfly is impossible without the cocoon of discipline. Thank you for sharing with me the experience, thank you for your supporting. I am transforming with you and for you.

Kupalinka Song

Hello God!

Thank You for Kupala today. We celebrate Kupala Night or Kupalle in Belorussian, one of the oldest folk holidays dedicated to the sun and water. Kupalinka, daughter of the god Kupala and the Earth opens the door to the magic time.

It is the only time of the year when Mother Nature reveals its secrets and the only time when trees speak and even move and when witches gather. White witches, of course.

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Kupalinka discovers some interesting facts about her father –  Jacob Grimm in his book Teutonic Mythology (1835) notes that the word kupala describes the bonfires slavonic folk lit at the summer solstice, and records that some people explained the word as the name Kupulo, a harvest god.

Although the word kupala (or kupalo) is usually explained as “bather” (from kupat(i) ‘to bathe’). According to Russian philologists Vyacheslav Ivanov and Vladimir Toporov, the name Kupala is derived from the same Indo-European root as the name of  Cupid, Roman god of love, which means “passion” or “desire”. Kupala is Slavonic Cupid!

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There is an ancient Kupala belief that the eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when ferns bloom.

Thanks to the fern flowers, which blossom for only several moments at midnight, all the buried treasures could be seen, no matter how deep they were in the ground. Prosperity, luck, discernment and power would befall on whoever finds a fern flower.

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Please listen Kupalinka song and enjoy the video below where Kupala is celebrated!

Kupalinka, Kupalinka
It’s dark in the night
It’s dark in the night
Where is your daughter, Kupalinka?

My daughter is in the garden
She weeds the rose
She weeds the rose
And wounds her white hands.

She picks the flowers
She picks the flowers
And weaves garlands
She weaves garlands and sheds tears.

I wish you to find your blooming fern flower tonight, and your dearest wish will come true.

Thank you for sharing with me this very magical moment!