I am lying on grass of sweet meadow. I feel beauty of July on my cheeks. Have a happy and sunny July!
Hello God!
Thank You for the breeze of tenderness I am feeling on my cheek now.
…Serene shore in silent morning
Orchids of orange joy
Lovers as natural as waves
Children laughing in the breeze
Ships as mystical as stars
How can I make you feel beautiful?..
The interrupted sleep by Francois Boucher, 1750
Have a tender weekend!
Hello God!
Thank You for today. On June 16, 1963, at the age of 26, Valentina Tereshkova became the first woman to fly in space!
Valentina spent almost three days in space and orbited Earth 48 times. She conducted biomedical and science experiments to learn about the effects of space on the human body, took photographs that helped identify aerosols in the atmosphere and manually piloted the ship. Her call sign for the flight was Chaika (Seagull). 
“If women can be railroad workers in Russia, why can’t they fly in space?” Valentina explained the decision to fly in space. After several months of intensive and secretive training, she was nominated and confirmed by Nikita Khrushchev himself to become the first woman in space.
“Hey, sky! Take off your hat, I’m coming!” she said in the seconds prior to liftoff.
“Ya Chaika, Ya Chaika [I am Seagull]! I see the horizon […] This is the Earth; how beautiful it is. Everything goes well.”
Valentina Seagull has a nest. She gave birth to daughter Yelena, who was the first person to have both a mother and father who had traveled into space.
“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” – I am reading in “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach now.
“You will see the way to fly” – we see the sense of the words embodied in Valentina Tereshkova Monument at the site of Vostok 6 landing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYHprT_P5JE
Thank You for flying with me.
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!
Hello God!
Thank You for today. Today is Friday and usually my Friday is happy and joyful because of the end of a week. But today is not this case. This culmination of the week news is the reason: “The Republic of Crimea and the city of Sevastopol, which has a special status within the region, were added as subjects of the Russian Federation following a referendum Sunday in the Black Sea region, which saw over 96 percent of voters in the region back the motion to leave Ukraine and rejoin Russia.”
Tonight I tell you a sad story about Ukraine, Russia and Crimea. Crimea’s fate is as sad as a story of a child in divorce.
My mother is Ukraine.
She is so beautiful and kind.
I love her scent and
Love to warm my nose
In a fox fur on her shoulders.
Crimea had been Ukraine for 23 years.
My father is Russia.
He is strong and powerful.
I remember our happy times
When we were together and
Playing in the war…
My dream to be together will never come true…
In “the best interest of a child”
I am away from my mother.
Yes, father, I am yours, but
I am mother’s too.
To free me would be the best decision
You have never allowed.
The price is I am dying,
The war is true, not game,
Of course, “in my best interest”.
I am really pessimistic about the situation in Ukraine. But the history is circle, the story is repeating. Nothing is new under the Sky. Sadness is a good facilitator of philosophical mood. Plato’s book, I think, is a good choice for weekend. Thank you for being with me.
Hello God!
Thank You for today. Today is the last day of winter. Miracle, great miracle are happening now, and we are really lucky to witness it: Angel of Spring is on his way! The story is visualised by Russian artist Vladimir Rumyantsev.
Have you ever met a cat-poet? I have met and even read his book. (Sorry for my English but my language can’t define a cat, especially a poet as “it”). “The Life and Opinions of the Tomcat Murr” by E. Hoffmann is the book. Tonight’s hero is thinking in the same words as cat Murr.
“Ah, what a fine, wonderful and elated thing is life!” – a cat enjoys the view from his tree. “O Nature, sacred, sublime Nature! How all your joy, all your delight flows through my breast, how your mysteriously murmuring breath wafts around me! Climbed would be more accurate, but a poet doesn’t mention his feet, even if he has four of them like me, only his pinions…” – it seems our hero is a real poet.
Suddenly somebody has interrupted a poetic inspiration.
– Who are you, lovely Creature? asks our cat-poet. – What are you doing on my tree? I have never seen you before. Please do not afraid, I am kind and I love my guests. You know even a birds have not a fear of me due to my tender character, – the cat is getting closer to Angel curiously.
– I do not afraid you, because I do not know what “afraid you” means, I have just been born. I am Angel of Spring.
– Really?! I am Vasilii, call me just Vasya. Happy to meet you.
– Happy to meet you, Vasya, – smiling Angel responds.
– Is it true that an angel can make a dream comes true if he is seen at the first time? – asking eyes of Vasya is filled by hope.
– Of course I can, your dream is the first in my life. What are you dreaming about? – surprised Angel says.
– Ah, if the dear little girl were to approach me! I feel a strange stirring within me, a certain impassioned appetite me away with irresistible force! Ah, would that sweet and lovely girl-cat but come hither, I would clasp her to my lovesick heart and never let her go. How rare is true sympathy of souls in these sorry, obdurate loveless times! To find love, true love is my dream. – Vasya’s tears are rolling down his fluffy cheeks he licks its by his tongue to dry.
– Vasya, your dream is exactly my responsibility. I am Angel of Spring, remember, and Love, I am spreading Love by my wings. Please, Vasya, do not cry, I am gifted by Power of Love. I will make all flowers bloom, I will navigate a birds to return to its nests, I will pervade every living cells by a song of Love. You will find her, I promise! – Angel of Spring assures.
Silence, beautiful silence are covering them together with a beautiful crone of the cat’s favourite tree. They are sitting above the city and every hearts is beating because of promising song of Love there.
Angel of Spring has promised the season of Love. Are you feeling Love? I am seeing in the skies: above me arches the wide and starry sky, the full moon casts her sparkling light, and the roofs and turrets around me are bathed in glowing silvery lustre named Spring and Love is in the air. Thank you for your belief in Angel of Spring.
Happy Spring, Season of Love!
Hello God!
Thank You for Your Circles. The circle is a sacred figure – Sun and Full Moon are circles. You know what I have discovered today when I was thinking about this post – my eyes have two circles inside – big and blue one with a black spot in the centre. Of, course we see our face every day in a mirror but when we have seen in our own eyes consciously last time? I am feeling your eyes now and my wonderful knowledge about the circles inside your eyes keeps my happiness about our connection warm as a pancakes I have cooked in this Maslenitsa’s evening.
The cheerful circle of paintings of Russian artist Igor Shaimardanov “Pskov Maslenitsa” vibrates by a radiant protective waves. Save the moment inside you now and a shade of darkness will not touch your heart with this memory.
Circle me, God.
Keep protection near
And danger afar.
Circle me, God.
Keep hope within.
Keep doubt without.
Circle me, God.
Keep light near
And darkness afar.
Circle me, God.
Keep peace within.
Keep evil out.
By David Adam
You are God. You protect me by your happiness and smiles. Let’s enjoy our pancakes and see in each other’s eyes where Joy of Life reflects endlessly in the circles. We are protected and protect. Thank you!
Hello God!
Thank You for Antonio Vivaldi. Everybody knows something about his great music. I have never met a person who does not know Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons, for example. Did you know that the four concertos were written with four sonnets?
Today we are lucky to have the unique possibility to see how Vivaldi’s genius is creating. Who helps and inspires him? On this magic scene Zoltan Molnos‘s paintings reflect the eyes of Vivaldi’s Muses.
Winter Concerto in f-minor
Winter Muse had come in purple… Purple is exactly for f minor. Allegro non molto as December, the first son of Winter, is sudden and unpredictable. My heart is beating is his tempo. My past pain dictates:
“Frozen and shivering in the icy snow.
In the strong blasts of a terrible wind…”
Tender and fragile violins before are frightening now. But my heart is beating in hope, past is in the past, my souls sees in a future.
Largo is January.
“To spend the quiet and happy days by the fire,
Whilst outside the rain soaks everyone.”
The second Winter’s son is kind and gentle. Happy memories he brings by beautiful melody from violins. I see and feel a warmness of my home, my childhood’s home.
Allegro is romantic February. My heart’s beating in Allegro again but I do not feel my pain. It is disappearing under melting ices. I feel and love the free river of life and joy!
“To go in haste, slide and fall down:
To go again on the ice and run,
Until the ice cracks and open.”
Thank you, Winter Muse, for Inspiration!
Spring – Concerto in E Major
I am greeting Spring Muse. She is young and her dress is a light green silk of the first grass and small leaves on a trees, a pearl snowdrop flowers are in her eyes. E Major is for her.
Allegro, March, is joyful:
“The festive Spring has arrived,
The birds celebrate her return with happy songs,
And the brooks of the gentle Zephyrs
With sweet murmurs flow.”
April is singing his beautiful melody in Largo. Clearness of spring air makes me write:
“And in the flower-rich meadow,
To the gentle murmur of leaves and plants
The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog at his side.”
May is playing the hymn to life in Allegro. Beautiful girl Violin falls in love with elegant and smart boy Cello. The happy two hearts celebrate their love. I am feeling the unison of their breathing. Hymn of life is created:
“To the merry sounds of a rustic bagpipe
Nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot
When Spring appears in its brilliance.”
Thank you, Spring Muse, for Inspiration.
Summer – Concerto in g-minor
My Summer Muse, hello. I am so happy to see you again. You are in a golden rays of sun trapped in your hairs. You are so beautiful but your eyes are so sad. I know the reason. The reason is a love story in g-minor.
The Violin who loved Cello so passionately is telling her sad story to June in Allegro non molto:
“A gentle breeze blows, but Boreas
Joins battle suddenly with his neighbour,
And the shepherd weeps because overhead
Hangs the dreaded storm, and his destiny.”
The boy Cello is leaving our Violin because of his parents will. His destiny is awful. Dreaded storm of his fears are spinning his way. He has to be brave. But what if the fear is stronger?
Let’s listen to July, Adagio e piano – Presto e forte. Doubled tempo is not good for Cello. The Destiny demands decision, but:
“His tired limbs are robbed of their rest
By his fear of the lightning and the heavy thunder
And by the furious swarm of flies and hornets.”
Cello, we are here with you! Please save your Love, my hearts is crying.
August is the winner in Presto. Cello is a great Warrior. He made a brave decision. The fears are gone:
“Alas, his fears are well founded
There is thunder and lightning in the sky
And the hail cuts down the lofty ears of corn.”
Violin and Cello are together. Love is saved.
Thank you, Summer Muse, for Inspiration.
Autumn – Concerto in F Major
Autumn Muse is rich and grateful for her richness endlessly. I am listening to her warm voice now in fabulous F Major.
Cheerful September is in Allegro:
“The peasant celebrates with song and dance
The pleasure of the rich harvest,
And full of the liquor of Bacchus
They finish their merrymaking with a sleep.”
Oh, dear friends, it seems today is the special day for Cello and Violin. Their wedding day we celebrate today!
Calm October is in Adagio molto:
“All are made to leave off singing and dancing
By the air which now mild gives pleasure
And by the season which invited many
To enjoy a sweet sleep.”
Nature is going to sleep. I see my mother singing my favourite lullaby, oh, please, my dream, I beg you stop for a moment to catch a melody. Sweet melody of nostalgia: I kiss my mother cheek, I feel the sweet scent of my childhood. It is a blessing.
“Trying to be young” November invites to a picnic in Allegro. Actually November is in grandfather’s age. But he does not want to sleep:
“At dawn the hunters
With horns and guns and dogs leave their homes;
The beast flees; they follow its traces.”
November promises a picnic, but we know a rainy cold days are around. We have a happy chance to trust and follow grandfather. I am writing a grand dance for orchestra as a embodiment of hope and the triumph of Life’s wisdom!
Thank you, Autumn Muse, for Inspiration.
Magic is fading, we are enchanted by the scene. Thank you for being with me.
Hello God!
Thank You for Your multiple blessings my life is fulfilled by. Happiness is writing the words now. Gratefulness is singing “Thank You!” to my beautiful friends.
I was offline for a while due to reconstruction of our apartment and I was thinking about my WordPress home every day. So I am at home and I love the awards I have been nominated for:
My beautiful friends Kim Saeed from http://letmereach.com,
Doctor Rex from http://hrexach.wordpress.com,
Brian from http://fozzyfitness.wordpress.com, Robin from http://witlessdatingafterfifty.wordpress.com,
Eric from http://hunt4truth.wordpress.com,
Amelia Curzon from http://mungaiandthegoaconstrictor.me,
Stefan Morrone from http://theleatherlibraryblog.com,
Petrel41 from http://dearkitty1.wordpress.com,
Rupesh from http://theopiniator.wordpress.com
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:
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http://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com
http://veraiconica.wordpress.com
http://charispsallo.wordpress.com
http://dracegannon.wordpress.com
http://toliveinspired.wordpress.com
http://themoreloveclub.wordpress.com
http://purplerays.wordpress.com
http://jubileejourney.wordpress.com
http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com
http://lostfoundtravel.wordpress.com
http://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com
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!
Hello God!
Thank You for Your Gift of natural kindness. We all are born with kind heart. I feel your smile now because of the rays of kindness these photos radiate.
The children teach us and remind that we all are naturally gifted by kindness and love.
Kind hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots,
Kind words are the flowers,
Kind deeds are the fruits,
Take care of your garden
And keep out the weeds,
Fill it with sunshine,
Kind words,
and Kind deeds.
Thank you for sharing with me your smile and kindness. Good night, friend. Our dreams are going to be colourful and flying tonight. We deserve it.
Hello God!
Thank You for Greece and the Greeks. “I came to the Greeks early, and I found answers in them. Greece’s great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul. We don’t really act as if we believed in the soul’s immortality and that’s why we are where we are today.” Edith Hamilton‘s golden words express my thoughts perfectly.
Today I am in a frozen country where the temperature -21°C. From the other hand I have a pleasure of warming my soul by paintings of Greek artist Pantelis Zografos with harmonious poetic accompaniment of genius Oscar Wilde.
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls’ laughter at the stern,
The only sounds: -when ‘gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
Oscar Wilde
Thank you for warming me by sharing a pleasure of dreaming about wonderful land, Greece, where great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul.
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