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.

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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.

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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!

 

Silent Gifts

Hello God!

Thank You for my liver. My happy liver smiles in return because of my attention. Could you touch your upper right quadrant of the abdomen, below the diaphragm? Your liver lives there. It is important for your life to have smiling liver.

As you know the liver has a wide range of functions, including detoxification of various metabolites, protein synthesis, and the production of biochemicals necessary for digestion. “There is currently no way to compensate for the absence of liver function” doctors say. But how often do you think about your liver when you eat, think, work? You probably have not paid much attention to it. I am happy, your liver is happy to change the thing. Whether you notice it or not, whether you thank it or not, your liver offers you support and life itself. The liver is a silent gift. Your whole body is a silent gift.

liver cells

I am happy to open for you “Science Is Beautiful”, a new book by Colin Salter. It is a compilation of images that show what the human body looks like under a microscope. With an artistic eye, the book showcases cells, microbes, and more.

Your green and happy liver you see now. This close-up shot of two liver cells shows all the organelles within the cells. The green things are the mitochondria, which produce energy for the cell.

serotonin crystals

Serotonin crystal looks like on a wings of butterfly.

Serotonin is a neurotransmitter found mainly in the digestive system. It does a lot for the body: It regulates mood, sleep, and appetite, helps with clotting, and aids the learning process.

melatonin crystals

Melatonin crystal is as a stars twinkling in the night sky.

Melatonin is a hormone made in the brain that helps you fall asleep. It’s often taken in pill form as well to give the body an extra push toward rest.

Maslow tells us “getting used to our blessings” is one of the most powerful “nonevil” evils. We are all blessed by our perfect bodies. It is time to consciously accept our silent gifts. Every time when I touch a gluten cake with sugar I think about smile of my liver. Thank you for being with me.

 

Lilac Legends

Hello God!

Thank You for the huge vase of lavender and deep purple lilacs standing on the table near my computer where I am writing to you. I have chosen these spring paintings by Ekaterina Grebenkina to visualize the vase.

With the lilac’s dazzling scent and tender touching of tiny flowers on my face Lilac legends are for today…

Lilacs

The English common name “lilac” is from the French lilac. The Latin word for lilac is syringa. The genus name Syringa is derived from Greek “syrinx”, meaning a hollow tube or pipe.

According to Greek mythology Syrinx was a Naiad Nymph of the River Ladon in Arkadia in southern Greece.

Pan and Syrix

Sad love story we see on this painting “Pan et Syrix” by French painter Edmund Dulac.

As told by the Roman poet Ovid in the Metamorphoses, the lusty satyr Pan eagerly pursued the wood nymph Syrinx. Guarding her virtue, she ran until she reached a river and desperately begged her sisters of the stream to transform her. Just as Pan was about to embrace her, Syrinx changed into a lilac, also called a reed-tree or pipe-tree.

When Pan discovered that he was holding nothing but a tiny lilac flowers, he sighed in disappointment, causing the wind to blow through its. He was enchanted by the sound, believing it to be the mournful cry of his beloved Syrinx. He fashioned a set of pipes so that he could have her with him always…

Vase with Lilacs

Another legend tells how the lilac flowers came into being when Spring drove away snow from the fields and raised the sun higher –  a rainbow appeared. Spring then gathered sunbeams and rainbow colors and scattered them to Earth. Where white and violet colors fell, small fragrant pale lavender flower bushes appeared. In other places where white colors fell, there were white lilac bushes.

Lilac brings enchantment and faithfulness to us. Let’s enjoy lilac blooming and legends with romantic Rahmanihoff!

Thank You very much for sharing with me this fantastic lilac experience and knowledge. This very moment when I am feeling your beautiful and smiling eyes is inspiring and promising. We are blooming together as lilac bushes.

April Fish!

Hello God!

Thank You for the 1st day of April. I invite you to celebrate today in charming French custom concerning this holiday.

AprilFish

The story goes that in 1564, King Charles IX of France passed the Edict of Roussillon, decreeing that henceforth the year would begin on January 1, instead of April 1. But some people failed to hear about the change and continued to celebrate the New Year on April 1. Therefore, people played pranks on them, making them April fools.

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In France the fish is the primary symbol of April Fool’s Day. The association with fish is a bit enigmatic, but likely has its origin in the plentitude of young and easy-to-capture fish found in their rivers in April.

1erAvril

During that time, the 1st of April coincided with the end of Lent when the Church forbade Christians to eat meat. Fish was tolerated and was often used in the offering of gifts for the New Year.

1avril

Ha, ha, ha “April Fish!” I have tagged a paper fish on your back and we are happily laughing with French children and adults who are tricking each other in the same way.

HappyFishes

Undrinkable juice I have prepared by adding gelatine,

I caramelised an onions instead of an apples,

I added green colour in the pack of milk,

Today is April Fish Day! Let’s celebrate!

TenderApril

You know to see happy laughing eyes of my family and friends is the greatest happiness I can imagine and wish for myself and for you!

I invite you to share our today’s laughing by watching The Cat Concerto. Jerry is the Master of a pranks!

Happy April Fish/Fool’s Day!

Spring Waltz

Hello God!

Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!

Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!

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The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.

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Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!

May

A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!

Green Silk Dress
Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!

Dior Cocktail

More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..

Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…

Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!

Metamorphosis of Dr. Snail

Hello God!

Thank You for miraculous metamorphosis we are in every moment of our being. Today we have a wonderful possibility to observe a fascinating transformation of my friend Lilith Snail. Vivid pictures by Josees Cofet  animate my story.

The old botanical book

Lilith Snail is an intellectual woman. She is well educated. Two University diplomas and Doctor’s Degree in Biology prove that she is typically bluestocking. She spends her life in a libraries and laboratories. At this very moment she is writing an article about pollination for a serious scientific conference. Big intellectual boss is waiting for her thesis.

I tell you his secret – he likes Lilith but he thinks she is so far from any “likes” and “loves”. He frightens. And he is her boss. Big intellectual boss can not afford banal romance with Doctor in (what the horror!) a working place.

Pollination

She writes: “Pollination is the process by which pollen is transferred from the anther (male part) to the stigma (female part) of the plant, thereby enabling fertilization and reproduction. This takes place in the angiosperms, the flower bearing plants…” And tears are rolling down on her notebook. What does scientific society know about pollination? What does He know about the subject?

Love

“The Kiss is the Big Bang! We are all here because of the kiss” she is writing in the article. Her heart are ready to jump out from her chest but she wants, she desires Him to know about her feelings. “Oh, I am real bluestocking, I have completely forgot about Valentine’s Day! It is tomorrow! My article is Valentine’s card to him” she is in agitation. “It is diplomatic and intellectual way to open my heart. And it is absolutely safe, in every case I can say innocently “it is just a joke”. Thank you, Saint Valentinius, for this opportunity!” she is falling asleep in a happy dreams about their happy love.

Metamorphosis of a snail

Lilith is in bloom now. Their love story will begin tomorrow. Fascinating metamorphosis of Dr. Snail has happened.

You know I am going to send my Valentine’s card to my love. I do hope you are writing a poem on a heart-shaped card now. Saint Valentine promises the Metamorphosis to all of us.

By the the way, metamorphosis, in biology, striking change of form or structure in an individual after hatching or birth. We were born, we were born because of the Kiss! Do you remember?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

La Habanera

Hello God!

Thank You for Carmen. By Your Great Inspiration Prosper Merimee had created Carmen on the paper and Georges Biset had inhaled the Soul to her! What’s the brilliance of melody, harmony, atmosphere and orchestration! Carmen is a rare rose, she breathes with every drops of the rain of Love, true Love she exists because of.

Carmen lives in Seville. And you know the International Flamenco Fashion Show has opened there. You are lucky if you are in Seville until 8 February – you can see this fantastic show.

La Habanera is for today!

Models present creations from Vicky Martin Berrocal during the International Flamenco Fashion Show in Seville

When will I love you?
My Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself!

Passion

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is.

All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, ever, known a law;
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!

Thank you for sharing with me my fascination of Carmen. I love your smile – I am here to see and feel a sparkles in your eyes. Today the sparkles are from Spain!