Margarita, The Ship

Hello God!

Thank You for today! Today is the significant day. 6 years ago I received a tiny ship named by Margarita from an angel’s hands in a white robe.

It happened at 9.45 am in the morning. Under epidural anaesthesia through bright light of medical lamp or it was sun light or the sum of the whole light of the Universe I had seen my daughter at the first time.

The song of the first cry of my child was breathtaking and indescribably beautiful. The orchestra of new life was playing Magnificat in C-Dur and I remember the Solo Soprano voice of Angel Anastasia: “Good morning! I am a neonatologist. Everything is all right with your child. My congratulations!”

Michael Cheval, the artist, illustrates on the paintings “On the Way of Destiny” my today’s thoughts.

Margarita, The Ship

The happiest moment of my life is

When I became a mother.

I have received a tiny ship

Named by Margarita from angel’s hands

In white-white robe.

My single aim is to deliver her to the Ocean…

The orchestra plays magnificent Magnificat in C-Dur by Telemann. Do you hear the first inspiration of a new life?

We love and enjoy our beautiful Way of Destiny. Happy Birthday, Margarita!

Thank You for this possibility to share our Way. Have a happy day!

Flower of Life

Hello God!

Thank You for the Flower of Life. It is the gift of Forgiveness. For visualising my thoughts I am happy to share with you warm, sunny and beautiful paintings by Andrea Bruek.

You know after publishing the previous post about the plane catastrophe I have met a really devastating sense of powerless and meaningless about life. As a snow ball is getting larger, circling around and around in a snow abyss, the ball of my dark and heavy thoughts was getting larger and larger until I was trapped completely in the cage of fears and doubts.

Please forgive me for this behaviour.

Peaceful Beach

Forgiveness is our life long path. It is ongoing, always a work in progress. There is a place we can meet. You and me. I am waiting for you here. Please help me to stop recycling anger and blame.

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With the flower of life by the words of Paul Ferrini I am asking: “From the depth of my soul, I call out for growth. I pray to be released from my burdens and to discover and express my gifts. From deep within my pain, I call for peace. From deep within my co-dependency, I call for the courage and the freedom to be myself, to forgive myself, and to forgive all others.”

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Forgiveness is how we bring peace to ourselves and our world.

Thank You for your forgiveness and I am happily keeping your hand in mine here sitting on the bench of Peace.

Have a forgiving week!

Breeze of Tenderness

I am lying on grass of sweet meadow. I feel beauty of July on my cheeks. Have a happy and sunny July!

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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?..

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The interrupted sleep by Francois Boucher, 1750

Have a tender weekend!

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Sky Amigurumi

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Fibers we all are knitted and come from. I even see You on the sky and observe how You are knitting us from Sun and Moon light fibers. All the while, click… click… click… go the knitting needles.

My today’s inspiration comes from a tiny wool knitted doll I have found between my daughter’s toys. The doll is so warm and radiates a happy vibrations of unknown creator. The thought “We all are knitted” have embraced my mind and you see the result of this happy hug.

The photos are from amigurumi forum. Did you know that amigurumi is the Japanese art of knitting or crocheting small toys?

King and Queen

God sits knitting

In the carriage of a clouds.

His golden needles

As swallow birds twitter.

They sparkle and glimpse

In divine Harmony,

Universe pulsates.

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With the perfect rhythm of the wheels –

Beating ceaselessly as metronome

God sits knitting and

Strips of tiny loops create

An eyes like dewdrops

And smiling Life is born!

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We all are knitted on the heavens

The Sun, the Moon, the Ocean

The Earth – Lights are the fibers

We are created by, with Master’s Love.

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We are the Masterpiece

We are the same.

The video below reminds us we are connected but the very fiber we are keeping on now is not endless.

Sky Amigurumi is the greatest art in the Universe and the Master plays perfectly.

Thank You for our connection – it is happiness to feel your eyes now. I am smiling now, know you are with me.

June-Louis Jazz

Hello God!

Thank You for Summer and happy sounds of music playing in every souls and hearts celebrating the most wonderful season in year. As for me this music is jazz syncopated tune of “Hello Dolly” by Louis Armstrong.

Miracle has just happened – I have met the Angel of Louis Armstrong and his divine jazz band!  The Angel’s name is June Armstrong!

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Do you recognise him? I did it from the first sight. Marina Chaikovskaya, the artist, has created the angel and I have met Louis Amstrong’s soul in him. The experience is astonishing and I am happy to share it with you. Please, see in these soulfully closed eyes and his living trumpet – the Angel’s inspiration reflects in your own lungs!

You know it is extremely difficult to write about jazz. How to describe something aural we can simply feel. He plays jazz and lives in his music. We are happily dancing with the Angel of Louis. That June-Louis knows how to agitate every our cells!

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June-Louis’s band is supporting divine rhythmical motion and structure of our whole world. We respond with our bodies and our feelings.

As life jazz is built on the unexpected. Louis Armstrong says “My whole life has been happiness. Through all my misfortunes, I did not plan anything. Life was there for me, and I accepted it. And life, whatever came out, has been beautiful to me, and I love everybody.” Accepting life in the full gamma in major and minor is a good lesson from divine June-Louis jazz band we can learn.

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“We have all the time in the world
Just for love
Nothing more, nothing less
Only love

Only love.” Louis Armstrong is singing and we are his chorus the Angel with a trumpet is conducting…

Thank you for feeling and singing the song. Summer promises to be very happy. We will enjoy June!

La Marseillaise

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!

Welcome to Minsk!

Frozen ice.

Sitting. Waiting.

With the siren sound

Hearts are beating loud:

Denmark vs. France

Who will be the Winner?

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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!

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The crowd goes wild and shouts with joy

Our voices become one!

Margo supports

My daughter is fan of France,

We are friends, We are team!

We will win, We will win!

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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!

Emotions

“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.”

La Marseillaise

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.

Miss Melancholetta

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:

Rose

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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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Diva Maria

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.

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“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.

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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!

Privilege

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”.

Tenderness

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days

Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.

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To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,

To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,

Kiss

To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow

With great ambitions – in one hour to know

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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!