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.
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.
“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… 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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Bb0k9HgQxc
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!
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.
“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” – 
I 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.
It 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?”
Glorialana Magazine 