Aurora Waltz

Hello God!

Thank You for December. Aurora is inviting us to dance the snow waltz in the Сalendar Ball. Photographer Mo Devlin is our reporter tonight. He shoots our breathing in the dance with Aurora.

Northern lights – blues and greens, the ocean of rainbows is in the sky. This is beautiful Aurora.

“The bright dancing lights of the aurora are actually collisions between electrically charged particles from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere. The lights are seen above the magnetic poles of the northern and southern hemispheres. They are known as “Aurora borealis” in the north and “Aurora australis” in the south” I am reading in the National Geographic. Aurora keeps the Earth in her both hands and we are all in her hugging lights.

The draperies of innumerable spectral colours decorate the Ball we are waltzing with Aurora feeling her winter breath…

Lilia

“Dance with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll teach you to live radiantly dancing in this very Moment. Yes, learn to live joyfully even the moment is winter and cold”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Winter Sun

“Breath with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll show you the Flower of Life. You are this Flower of Life, please, blossom, even in the ice”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Violet Dream

“Move with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll invite your soul to dance. Your soul is dancing in the wonder with an abundance of lights”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Orchid love

“Follow me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll open you the Milky Way spilled across the night. There are always stars in the sky even you can not see its in your darkest night”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.Iris

“Love me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll send the waves of love cascading down to heal all wounds of the world”.

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Roses

“Believe me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll hug your whole essence with the beauty of My light!”

We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.

Thank You very much for waltzing with me. I am happy to breath with you in the unison.

Have a beautiful Monday! And remember to breath with Aurora in the snow waltz.

Thanksgiving Choir

Hello God!
Thank You for the music we are singing in our joyful choir! Today we celebrate Thanksgiving!

“Thank you for the music” by ABBA is for now!

I am so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing the grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Music

I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud.

Choir

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me.

I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing my grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Rhapsody in Blue

Hello God!

Thank You for George Gershwin. Sometimes life is difficult and to live, even to breath, is hard.

But we always have jazz. “Jazz is one of the best things you can find in your life, it can always be your friend” George said optimistically.

I am walking along the GUM show windows and the invisible jazz band are playing Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue…

November Rhapsody

Blue beat of Gershwin’s heart makes

Our souls tapping out George’s rhythm.

Where had he got it?

From the sounds of the streets –

Melancholic legato of sadness in rain,

Bright lights of the city offbeat loneliness.

Ironic staccato of creaking taxi

And strenuous squeak of a tram dismantle

Black wall of the fear and hysteria.

Blue light of the Rhapsody is inside us.

Sunday Rhapsody

In rows of streets in trum-pa-paam,

We move together in tandem.

First La, then Fa, then Sol with Si syncope,

We are performing the Rhapsody.

Our souls are lighting by Blue sounds.

Our bodies are dancing in Blue ballet,

Our minds are singing with Blue dreams.

Please listen Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin.

George Gershwin explains the happiness rule: “Life is a lot like jazz. It’s best when you improvise”. Today and always we improvise with smiles and Blue light directly from the Sky.

Thank you for your uplifting mood. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to light in Blue your day.

Good Bad Teacher

Hello God!

Thank You for my teacher of the piano. My dearest friend Linda has announced the Time Machine Challenge and I can not miss the flight. So let me activate the machine teleport section and invite you to my journey!

George Goodwin Kilburne - Piano Practice

The Port 1980. I am a young girl as you see on the painting by George Goodwin Kilburn “Piano Practice”. The piano is Miracle for me. I am touching its keys with trembling little fingers and sounds are wonderful. Oh, the piano sounds are my wings, I am flying.

Angry music conductor’s voice I am hearing in my ears  – “Do not touch the piano. It is forbidden in the kinder garden”. But my dream has just born. It is just in the right time. My dream is to play the piano all my life. With hopeful heart I am looking forward the time when I will study in the musical school.

The Port 1984. I am in the musical school. It was not difficult to attend. After elementary intonation and rhythm tests I am here. You see below the painting “The first piano lesson” by Jules-Alexis Mueller.

The First Piano Lesson 

This is my second piano lesson. I do not want to play the piano anymore. My dreams about happy sounds gone with my teacher’s loud words: “You are lazy and stupid”.  I feel this heavy space in the class after my diagnosis. There are no rooms for colourful notes and dancing treble clef. Black and white keys, black and white notes in a music sheets are in my tears.

My teacher of the piano is old. Actually he is 58 y.o. but when you are 6 y.o. – 58 y.o. is almost ancient age. Soviet Moscow Conservatory gifted me my teacher. (In the portal 1984 I simply do not know that he is my gift.) He is devoted Communist. Oh, I am really lucky that the Communist Party had approved almost all classic composers. I play Bach’s Well Tempered Clavier, Beethoven’s marches and Mozart’s sonatas.

The question is how I am learned to play the piano. The teaching methods are cruel, repressive and harmful. In the teacher’s opinion I am infected with the seeds of laziness and I have no horizons to archive. “You will never become a pianist. My aim is to toughen you for later life and to instrumentalize your senses in favor of Communism builder’s functions” my teacher said.

So, I am going to be Communism builder. Daily 3 practicing hours of scales and accords help me – my teacher is sure. I hate my teacher of the piano. I hate his “black pedagogy”.

“Aaaaaaa, I can not hold it! Stop-stop it immediately. You are mediocracy! Your playing is horror for me. Beethoven was the favourite Lenin’s composer. And you are asking me about pink and romantic Schumann. No, no and no!” – the mentor chooses the repertoire for me.

Leighton Edmund Blair The Piano Lesson

The Port 1989. The painter Leighton Edmund Blair in his “The Piano Lesson” expresses my teacher’s  shock. The last year before the college has just begun and I announced that I am going to the pianistic department. I am playing Serious Variations by Mendelssohn I have learned in summer by myself.

I must study in the musical college, the pianistic department, I decide.

“Ha-ha-ha, girl, what allows you to think you are suitable for this department? Do you know that even if you will start to practice at 5.30 every morning, you are not going to be accepted, because you are untalented. Just agree and accept this fact!” – I try to keep my tears inside my eyes. I am strong and hard as stone.

“Black pedagogy” is an approach that is directed toward breaking the will of a child, in order to make it an obedient subject, with the aid of open or concealed use of force, manipulation, and repression.” My teacher is the virtuoso in this field.

This year is tough. My mother has got married the second time. At 5.30 at mornings I have a possibility just to sit and see the keys of the piano not touching its, due to my stepfather, Afghanistan survivor with damaged brain, hates the sounds. By the way he is the second motivator to leave my family.

My teethes are clenched, my tears are drained. I feel and I respect my own will.

“Listen, pupil, if you will be accepted to the college I install your golden bust near the entrance to this school by my own hands” – my teacher “promises” me the award. “Oh, poor great composers, they are whirling up and down in their coffins endlessly when you play” – my teacher “supports” me.

The new story

The Port 1990. I am trembling near the door. I will play the entrance program when it opens. I am playing etude, prelude and fuga, sonata and piece. Everything goes very well. Good technique, smooth sound, relevant penalisation are demonstrated. I know it.

I am accepted to the pianistic department in the musical college!!! The new beautiful exiting life opens its door for me.

I have never seen my good bad teacher after the entrance exam. I have no strength to meet him again…

2015. We are here now. My conclusions about this time journey are optimistic. Communist Party means nothing in this story – in every society mediocre man has a defined social role. “Black Pedagogy” may be effective but risky. To repress the will of a child is possible when you see something bigger than your “repression” in this soul. My teacher saw it. He knew he was hated by my heart and bones. He paid this heavy price for my future.

Through years of flying on the wings of the sounds of the piano I understand that my excellent and brilliant teacher of the piano is the gift from the Sky. I am endlessly grateful for the cross of our destinies.

By the way no one from my own pupils has become a musician. My methods are too soft and my knowledge is based on humanitarian approach. So who is good? My teacher of the piano is.

The film “Whiplash” is about him. I recommend to watch it.

Thank you for this possibility to share my journey. We all must grow and mostly the way is hard and painful.

The next portal in Linda’s Time Machine is the story from Scottish Island Mum. We are here to keep our hands together and tightly. Please, take my hand.

 

Cool Koi

Hello God!

Thank You for the pond I am sitting around enjoying sparkling games of multicolored koi fishes. Sachi’s paintings show you the pictures I am having in my eyes right now in a very beautiful and fascinating manner.

Today’s story is from Japan. It is about cool koi who decided to swim upstream to attain enlightenment and was transformed into a flying dragon.

Pond

A long time ago, the water of the blue river that flowed from the sky, and the golden river that flowed from the land were separated by the legendary Dragon’s Gate.

Amongst all the inhabitants of their water, the Koi family were the most beautiful of all, gleaming in the sunlight like brilliant stars. The black one was father Koi, the blue one was mother Koi, and their little son was a remarkable deep red colour.

koi-in-the-sun-sashi

What the little Koi fish wanted more than anything was to reach the waters of the blue river. He began to swim upstream against the current. The other fish felt discouraged and thought it would be easier to swim with the current and didn’t trouble themselves to find out what was beyond the waterfall because the gods set traps to trick them.

But our brave cool Koi kept on swimming upstream. He was so tired but not for a moment did he feel like giving up.

When the Koi had summoned all his strength for one last jump, the God of the Waters called out to the waves and the fish’s jump raised him up to the summit, allowing him to cross to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate and reach the water of the blue river.

paradise-island-pond

So it was that, because he never give up, the Koi was able to jump over to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate where he disappeared into the fog and emerged as a beautiful dragon.

You see the story in this one minute animation.

Thank you for your beautiful company. We are happily sharing this very moment and floating freely in the river of life. As Cool Koi we have strength, courage and perseverance to go against the current and overcome difficulties.

Happy Monday!

Dancing Ocean

Hello God!

Thank You for Monday. A working week begins and I suggest to warm up our brain by a kids riddle.

Who swims in the water, but isn’t a fish?

Who whistles and chirps, but isn’t a bird?

Who loves to jump, but isn’t a frog?

Who makes the Ocean dance, but isn’t God?

Happiness of Spirit

It is not difficult, is it? Meganne Forbes, the painter, creates unique portraits of our friends – dolphins.

Did you know that India’s Ministry of Environment and Forests has officially recognized dolphins as non-human persons, whose rights to life and liberty must be respected. Dolphinariums are banned in India!

Dr Thomas White, an ethics expert, said: “The similarities between cetaceans (marine mammals) and humans are such that they, as we, have an individual sense of self. The science has shown that individuality, consciousness, self awareness is no longer a unique human property.”

So if dolphins are persons we should use “he” or “she” instead of “it” in our describing.

Child of Happiness

Dolphins dance in two elements.

They must live in both – water and air.

They must dance by pair

Expressing their feelings,

Catching the moment

To begin a new life!

We live in the same Ocean

Making the Ocean dance.

Kindness, Openness, Warmness,

The music of our hearts

We are all dancing by.

I highly recommend to watch the animation you see below. I love “Girl and Dolphin” from my early childhood. You will touch my heart and newly born emotion makes our Ocean dance!

We watch in awe, every time, never tiring of the spectacle.

Dolphins dance and we learn how to live in the Dancing Ocean.

 

Prince August

Hello God!

Thank You for this very moment when I have a happy possibility to write to you a story feeling your light breath and beautiful eyes. Your heart is beating with mine in unison – we live and have a miraculous life!

Just as a life is made of days, so are days made of moments. There are a thousand tiny miracles that punctuate our days. Flora Forager has blessed my today by her beautiful art and I am here to bless yours.

The prince August is on his galloping horse. He is in love, he is in hurry to save her. The prince are kissing his princess…

Glorialana

“Wake up, my Princess! Wake up, Glorialana! I am the prince. My name is August. You were enchanted by evil Baba Yaga.  My younger brothers, the prince June and the prince July, were not strong enough to awake you. My kiss is awaking. My love is true.

I am here to take you to Paris on the wings of love.”

Floral Eiffel

“Est-ce vous, mon prince? Vous vous êtes bien fait attendre –  Are you my prince? You’ve kept me waiting a long time” the princess said.

The prince August charmed by her words…  He knows how to express his joy. He promises happiness in every moment!

Summer rain

This summer rain

I am bringing to you

Tender petals of drops

Kissing your lips.

Bike

We are riding a bike,

We are flying on our own.

We are singing with the wind

Dancing on our happy faces.

Cone of ice cream

We have ice cream,

The best in Paris

Bubble-gum pink,

It is sweet and yummy.

Cup of tea

Tea pot is on,

The cups are waiting,

Mint flavor is refreshing

Nightgale sings, the moment is perfect.

I wake up and celebrate the moment! Thank you, the prince August for your magical kiss.

A life well lived is firmly planted in the sweet soil of moments. The prince August have kissed our lips and his touch promises happiness. We need just unwrap his hidden treasures by open a simple moment.

Have a happy August!