Inspiration – Page 11 – Glorialana Magazine

La Marseillaise

Published on May 20, 2014May 20, 2014 by Glorialana5 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my life here and now. I am happy to share with you wonderful emotions I am drunk by.

Welcome, welcome to Minsk on the 2014 IIHF Ice Hockey World Championship!

Frozen ice.

Sitting. Waiting.

With the siren sound

Hearts are beating loud:

Denmark vs. France

Who will be the Winner?

Bison Volat, the mascot of the Championship is praying –

Oh, my God! What’s the game!

A pass, a fake, a sudden slap

Oh, it’s the Goal, France SCORES!

The crowd goes wild and shouts with joy

Our voices become one!

My daughter is fan of France,

We are friends, We are team!

We will win, We will win!

How can we hold it?!!!

Ale-Ola, France beats Denmark 6-2!

The French team has just reached the quarter-finals for the first time in 19 years!

“This is huge for French hockey,” France coach Dave Henderson said. “It’s been a long time since it last happen. I’m totally happy with the team.”

We are singing La Marseillaise together:

Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived!

Thank you very much for your being in my life! I am feeling your tears of joy because my eyes are wet too. Love and hug You now and always.

The Memory Bells

Published on May 9, 2014May 9, 2014 by Glorialana11 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for today! The 9th of May is the Victory Day!

What if I was a child of war…

I live in the village Khatyn

You will not find on the Google maps

As Neverland, but we were real

We were alive. We are alive!

Bells toll every thirty seconds

To remind about us.

This is our house, where

Every morning I meet

My mother’s smiling eyes,

My father’s loving hands.

I have one brother and three sisters,

Five bellflowers of mother’s Love:

Slavik is the youngest, he is 6 month,

Manya is 15 y.o, Anya is 10 y.o., Yuzya is 5 y.o.

I am the oldest, I am 12 y.o.!

My father Ivan

He is a forester.

He brings a warmness,

We eat a bread tonight,

Because of his loving hands.

Telling in advance

I met my death on his loving hands…

One spring morning of 1943

I remember in details.

I have not met a mother’s smile,

Her pale face and trembling voice:

“We have to go! We have to go to barn!”

I knew about war and Hitler

But in the grey uniforms they were people,

No Hitler by himself:

A man, a husband and a dad.

There was a horrid silence,

Even little brother did not cry,

We were dying in the barn

A man in the grey uniform set fire.

(149 people, including 75 children, died.)

Why? What for?

My mother’s destiny was

To pray for easy death

For us?!

They were a men in the grey uniforms.

No Hitler by himself…

The Khatyn memorial desk says: “You all are our family, we bows our heads in a great sorrow, standing before you. You were not conquered by Nazi murderers. In the dark days you took the death but the flame of your love to our Motherland never extinguishes. The memory of you is immortal as eternal Earth and eternal bright Sun above us.”

Thank You for sharing with this moment of the memory bells have reminded and Your Precious Being in my life.

Miss Melancholetta

Published on May 8, 2014 by Glorialana15 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Miss Melancholetta! The saddest girl in the world was my company for last two weeks.

First week in her hugs was wonderful. We were walking without an umbrellas under spring rain and listening Chopin’s preludes. The most relevant to our mood was Prelude No.15 known as the “Raindrop” prelude. I even had found my old sheets of the Prelude and played it to my guest Miss Melancholetta. As for me the piece is difficult, lasting between five and seven minutes, this is the longest of the preludes and a pianist has to be in balanced condition as in balancing asanas in yoga practice. Balancing mood especially in my gust’s company is not my strong side.

We were declaiming a poems, of course, and because we are girls, about love for whole week. Our favourite is Love by Pablo Neruda:

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreparable harm.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

“Oh, love! It’s so sweet, but it’s so painful, Melodramatic mood is my specialisation!” Melancholetta said when we were drying each other’s tears. A tears as raindrops… Chopin knows.

Second week with my guest was look like I was trapped. Miss Melancholetta were desperately inviting me to her old grandmother Madam Depression. I could not allow her to deliver me to Madam Depression (due to it is really, really expensive) and we made an agreement: I write a post about her and I am free.

So I am free now. Thank you, Miss Melancholetta for your sweet company. I am really grateful for your visit.

When you feel sad, please, know Miss Melancholetta has visited you. Enjoy her company for a while but do not let her to introduce you with Madam. You know who she is.

Have a happy weekend!

Spring Tales

Published on May 3, 2014May 5, 2014 by Glorialana4 Comments

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Walk with me a while, beneath the creamy blossom trees, and I’ll tell you a tale or two about Spring and her vibrant magic. She stretches her arms wide, and pushes the cold and the darkness out to the edges of the world. In the space she creates, light and warmth pour in, and life pulses through in waves of green leaves and frothy flowers.

Each flower, each leaf, of the millions born each day, is a child of the light flowing like a cresting wave across the dark earth. Seeming to defy the laws of physics, spring summons their growth from the utter stillness of winter. The momentum is unstoppable and the energy of growth seems endless, as blossom after blossom bursts overhead. Imagine the power which must rest within each brown branch, hidden and resting through the dark months of winter.

It seems impossible that all this creamy…

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Diva Maria

Published on April 25, 2014 by Glorialana14 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for our Universe. Diva Maria, this name of the Universe was opened in my dream. Spanish artist Ingrid Tusell Domingo had seen the same dream. Her paintings exactly reflect this vision, Diva Maria is the Universe.

“Diva” from Latin means “Goddess”.

Goddess always promises Perfection.

Diva Maria, the Universe Goddess,

In love with God, by doubled Inspiration

Has a child, Milky Way, their Perfect Creation.

We all are children in Her Hands.

Hugged the Earth so beautifully and softly,

Mother’s lullaby She sings.

Divine pulsation of Her Heart

We feel. We love. We live.

On Her Hands we travel around

On rainbow rings of Saturn,

Fly through Jupiter’s core,

And drink sweet Venus nectar.

She loves every creations and

Lovely hugs Mars. Perhaps

We’ll live on this planet,

Her warmness is the saver for us.

We live in a tranquil Diva Maria’s hugs

She asks only trust.

We don’t have to worry.

Everything will be alright.

“Ave Maria!” angel voices are singing in gratitude, here, on the Earth. Thank You for sharing this beautiful moment, we have just created a new galaxy of love.

Happy and divine weekend!

Glory to Life

Published on April 22, 2014April 22, 2014 by Glorialana12 Comments

Happy Earth Day!

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Hello God!

Thank You for the silence I am wrapped around by sweet sleeping of my daughter. I am feeling her breathing and listening the Glory Mass to Life playing by the orchestra and choir of my imagination.

Do.

The Ocean is beginning of life.

Breathing of waves is a rhythm of the Mass.

Whales are bass in our choir

All fishes sing in deep unison.

Re.

The Earth is our Mother.

She plays the piano solo.

Mountains and volcanos are

The piano keys. Her melody is Beauty.

Mi.

The Sun is Star

Its light is bright.

Sun rays are strings of Harp

The Universe loves.

Fa.

The Moon is singing Lullaby.

Her illuminating song feeds Dream

We have to turn into reality

Realizing the Potential.

Sol.

Flowers are Violins bows

Playing on the strings of rain.

Laughing and joking notes build

The tune which is your Smile.

La.

There is Music…

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Privilege

Published on April 18, 2014April 18, 2014 by Glorialana27 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You very much for this privilege to live. We all are privileged by the fact of living. How often do we think about our gifts of breathing, eating, seeing, playing, kissing? Please let me hug you with all warmness of my heart. And please, open your eyes – we are floating on the waves of tenderness.

Ukrainian photographer Vyacheslav Mischenko is the captain of our boat “Life is a Privilege”.

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days

Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.

To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,

To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,

To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow

With great ambitions – in one hour to know

The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,

How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thank you for your smiling eyes and your waves of tenderness I am feeling now. Happy Friday!

Gagarin Day

Published on April 12, 2014April 12, 2014 by Glorialana11 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Today is Cosmonautics Day!

On April 12, 1961, the Soviet spacecraft Vostok-1 lifted off from the Baikonur Space Center. Pilot-Cosmonaut Yury Gagarin, the first man in space, flew aboard that spacecraft.

Referring to all the inhabitants of the Earth to start on April 12, 1961 Yuri A. said:”…My whole life seems to me now a beautiful moment… It is hardly worth talking about those feelings that I experienced when I was offered to make this first-ever flight. Joy!” and … 5-4-3-2 Let’s Go!

That flight took just an hour and 48 minutes. Having orbited the Earth, Vostok successfully landed in Saratov Region of Russia. Gagarin ejected himself from the aircraft at the altitude of several kilometers and descended near the place of Vostok’s landing by using the parachute.

“Orbiting Earth in the spaceship, I saw how beautiful our planet is. People, let us preserve and increase this beauty, not destroy it!” Gagarin exclaimed.

April 12th was an honoured day,

Risking his life for curiosity of mankind,

He boarded a rocket “Vostok One” –

Said: Let’s go! Happily with hope.

With his Gagarin smile.

And in that smile was the whole Earth,

Earth in blue radiance…

Happy Cosmonautics Day! Thank You for sharing this wonderful moment with me.

April Fantasy

Published on April 7, 2014April 8, 2014 by Glorialana23 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for April. April is Great Inspirer. I am listening a wonderful piano music seeing this painting by Roman Velichko. It seems the artist is April. And April plays Chopin’s Fantasy-Impromptu in c sharp minor.

From the first sound of the fantasy, g sharp – octave, April picks up and carries us to a magical, mesmerising, rapid and tremulous crystal vortex. It takes us into the fascinating unknown world of Spring dreams. Sparkling waterfall of sounds leads to the middle part, where, finally, comes to the calm, and we hear one of the most soulful melodies of Chopin. Franz Liszt reflects our thoughts and emotions – ” Every Chopin’s note is the jewel that fells from the sky.”

April plays a melody
A light green song of spring.
And every time a rainbow sings,
A golden dandelions grow.

O… Enjoy the voice of spring,
April echoes over the land.
Performed in perfect harmony;
Chopin helps to feel the Grand Design!

Thank you for sharing with me this happy April moment. Happy April and have a beautiful spring week!

Life Bulb

Published on March 13, 2014March 13, 2014 by Glorialana19 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Thomas Edison. A Light Bulb is his invention and Masterpiece. “I believe in the existence of a Supreme Intelligence pervading the Universe” – his belief is in his invention. A Light Bulb is pervading our Universe and creating a beautiful thing called Life.

My eyes are grateful and heart is joyful seeing on these photos by Joe Cannon. Its illustrate my vision of human life.

Your and my Life Bulb was turned on with the first inspiration but we never know when the time of turning off. What do we need to do? I have found the answer in Joe Brainard‘s poem “Life”.

“When I stop and think about what it’s all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much.

I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard.

Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it’s important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I suspect that each of us is going to wake up some morning to suddenly find ourselves old men (or women) without knowing how we got that way. Wondering where it all went. Regretting all the things we didn’t do. So I think that the sooner we realize that life is short the better off we are.

Now, to get down to the basics. There are 24 hours a day. There is you and there are other people. The idea is to fill these 24 hours as best one can. With love and fun. Or things that are interesting. Or what have you. Other people are most important. Art is rewarding. Books and movies are good fillers, and the most reliable.

Now you know that life is not so simple as I am making it sound…”

“Hell, there are no rules here — we’re trying to accomplish something!” Thomas Edison exclaimed. We’re trying to accomplish something…

Something is to be ourselves and be happy. Thank you for sharing with me this moment and a million watts of happiness are pervading our Universe now.

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