Spooky Legonight

Hello God!

Thank You for Halloween. Tonight we are going to have a great Legonight!

I invite you in Denmark. Billund is the city where Lego was born and Legoland is fantastic there.

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The Haunted House is welcoming you, “Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors…”

Boo!

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And handsome vampire is smiling, inviting to

“The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air…”

Boo!

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“So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.”

The poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Halloween rituals turn horror into play, death into levity, gore into laughter,” says UC Berkeley psychologist Dacher Keltner.

Off with your head, Dance till you are dead, Heads will roll – ha, ha, ha!

So thank you for our Spooky Legonight!  Your laughing is really inspiring!

 

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Ballerina in Red

Hello God!

Thank You for ballerina in red I am inspired by.

With the poem by Edwina Reizer I am happy to share my inspiration.

Ballerina

The frightened ballerina,
standing on her toes
stood behind the curtain
in a dainty pose.
Having practiced faithfully
hour after hour,
inside her heart was pounding.
Outside her muscled power
overcame her fear.

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The overture now playing,
each note was in her ear.
And as the curtain opened
it took away her fear.
The stage, the lights
became her love.
Each pirouette and leap
took her way above
into a different sphere.

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The audience, mesmerized,
intent on every motion,
appreciation on their faces
showed deep emotion.
And as the music ended
she took her final bow.
No longer was
she frightened,
in fact emboldened now.
She knew why she was here.

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To dance, to dance
at every given chance.
To hear the applause
and hear them call her name.
And so the ballerina
standing on her toes
so graceful and dainty
is awed as she does hear.
‘Bravo, bravo,
bravo, my dear!”

Beautiful film “Lost in Motion II” is for today. It explores the spectrum of emotions experienced by a ballerina as they bare their soul for all to see. The video is fantastically beautiful. Please enjoy!

The curtains are closed. We are inspired by ballerina in red.

Monday in Roses

Hello God!

Thank You for Monday! As usual my new life begins from Monday and Labor Day is the first Monday of September.

Most of Mondays I habitually promise to myself to wake up earlier, to do my morning exercises every day, to be calmer with my daughter when we do her homework and other self-improvement stuff demanding self-discipline.

Today is my magical Monday and I am going to begin it in roses.

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When I think about roses I see Grace Kelly and her rose garden in Monaco. Roses were Grace Kelly’s favorite flower and in 1984, to honor her, Prince Ranier inaugurated a public rose garden dedicated to her memory. Located in Fontvielle, in the principality of Monaco, the Princess Grace Rose Garden is situated on a gentle slope next to Fontvielle Park on the French Riviera. The fragrant garden is home to more than 4,000 roses. I was blessed walking around there.

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Rose is a wonderful flower and we all know it does not grow by itself. Even in Monaco.

With Kipling’s words: “Gardens are not made by singing: “Oh, how beautiful,” and sitting in the shade”, I open “The Old Farmer’s Almanac” and read “How to plant, grow and care for roses”. In my Monday’s case I am the rose-me and I am going to grow myself. You know why – I dream to look like Grace Kelly.

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To plant a rose I need preparing the Soil. I have a body – Soil which is the temple of my soul and the source of my development. Ok, I promise cut sugar-carbohydrates and do Tibetan “Fountain of Youth” every morning. I like this complex and it takes about 20 minutes.

Roses.jpg “Plant roses where they will receive a minimum of 5 to 6 hours of full sun per day. Roses grown in weak sun may not die at once, but they weaken gradually. Give them plenty of organic matter when planting and don’t crowd them” – what’s a wonderful tip for self -growing.

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I do not exactly, I suppose – you see a gorgeous Hybrid Tea rose which is named after Grace. Anyway watering my own rose-person means inspiring other soul to create. At this very moment I’am helping you to create your own happy hybrid, I hope.

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“When you transplant your roses, be sure to dig a much bigger hole than you think you need”. Self-growing the rose-me is fulfilled but sometimes transformations are painful and fearful. “Wear sturdy gloves to protect your hands from prickly thorns” – I have an extra pair for you.

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“Prune roses every spring and destroy all old or diseased plant material. Wear elbow-length gloves that are thick enough to protect your hands from thorns but flexible enough to allow you to hold your tools.” I hold my tools tightly and I am with your support. Thank you very much for your smiling eyes I am feeling now.

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We overcome the thorns of temptations and meet ourselves as beautiful buds of roses. “Les Roses d’hispahan” by Gabriel Fauré is our award for hardworking self-growing process:

“Your lips are of coral and your light
filled laugh more lovely than swift water, your voice more soft;
more joyful than the wind that shivers the orange blossoms,
than the bird that sings beside its nest of moss.”

 

The melody is as harmonious as we all are created. The Rose-me is growing hard but flowering is worth it.

Happy Labor Day! Have all Mondays in Roses!

Adiós, Summer!

Hello God!

Thank You for the violin melody I am listening now. It is “Adiós a la Alhambra” by Jesús de Monasterio. I was lucky to meet the composer in the centre of nice mountain village Potes, Cantabria, Spain.

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This funny illustration by Daniel Pérez embodies the violinist and exactly mirrors my own idea about Jésus. Yes, the Crown – Violin is on his head and in his mind. The bows radiate the music we feel in his blue eyes.

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Jesús de Monasterio was born in Potes in 1836. “One afternoon, little Jésus 4 y.o. listen a melody his father playing the violin, a melody as simple as melancholy. When father saw his son sitting in a corner of the room he was in abundant tears. “Why are you crying, child?” he asked. “I cry”, answered the boy, “because that music makes me cry”. With such an answer, Jacinto Monasterio decided to teach his son to play the violin.

He learned to play the violin at age five and became a child prodigy. At the age of seven, Jesus de Monasterio as Mozart astonished the audience by his first performance. “He caused an inexplicable admiration with the prodigies that he made playing the violin: this little angel, smaller than the instrument he had in hand,” – the review of that concert said.

Monasterio.JPGMonasterio devoted most of his life to teaching and promoting music in Spain. Outside of teaching, Monasterio founded in 1863 the Society of Quartets, which became the gateway to Spain of the best chamber music of European Romanticism.

He directed the Orchestra of the Concert Society and brought greater technical complexity to the orchestra, especially in the string section. As a composer, he left half a hundred works. He composed orchestral music and chamber music, religious works and didactic works.

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In Proust Questionnaire for the magazine Black and White published in 1893 he affirmed that his favorite occupation was to study; that his favorite color was white; that among all the animals he preferred the dog; that his favorite writers were Cervantes, Fray Luis de Leon and Concepcion Arenal, and that he had no favorite politician. To the question To what faults do you feel most indulgent?”,  Jesus of Monastery replied: “Those committed its who are blindly in love”.

The Violin.jpg “Adiós a la Alhambra” is the piece for violin and piano, I am saying “Good bye, Summer!” with. This beautiful melody declaims Violin poem by Hafiz:

“When the violin can forgive the past

it starts singing

When the violin can stop worrying

About the future

You will become such a drunk laughing nuisance.

That God will then lean down

And start combing you into His hair.

When the viloin can forgive

Every wound caused by others

The heart starts singing”

It seems the violinist, A. Detisov, embodies the genius of Jésus de Monasterio. I am so grateful to share this pleasure to listen such a beautiful violin melody today, in the last summer day!

Adiós, Summer!

 

 

El Capricho

Hello God!

Thank You for Antonio Gaudi. He has imagined and created Barcelona by his life and love and today when Barcelona is crying, Antonio Gaudi helps us to keep our hand in hand together and gives the strength to hope for life will continue…

“A white Fiat van was deliberately driven into pedestrians on one of Barcelona’s most popular boulevards late on Thursday afternoon, killing 13 people in what Spanish police called a “terrorist attack” –  Catalan heart of Antonio Gaudi is crying by our tears.

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Before Barcelona had inspired Antonio Gaudi, his first work was El Capricho in a small town Comillas, Canrabria. I have recently visited this gem and I hope sharing El Capricho will be helpful to dry a little our tears. “Gaudi” in Catalan means “enjoy”.

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Antonio Gaudi was just 31 y.o. when he began to create the building. Cristòfor Cascante i Colom, Gaudí’s fellow student, directed the construction. Friends had the same dreams they saw the Sun in their creation.

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In an oriental style, the building has an elongated shape, on three levels and a cylindrical tower in the shape of a Muslim minaret, faced completely in ceramics.

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The building was commissioned by Máximo Díaz de Quijano and constructed between 1883 and 1885. Maximo was an amateur musician, and for this reason the name of El Capricho responds, translated to architecture, as it is used in music to designate pieces that do not follow the rules and with variations of rhythm according to a personal whim.

Was it the personal whim to drive above peacefully walking people? Who is conductor of horror capriccio in Barcelona?Gaudi Sun Flower.jpg

I am reading in “The Architectural Capriccio”, by Lucien Steil: “In fact what characterizes the capriccio is: truth, reality and realism. It enhances a formidable potential of life and livability in beautifully composed, complex and memorable environments, places, landscapes and buildings which only exist in the realm of desire”.

The realm of desire is the realm of life? Who had a desire to create today’s blood haos in Barcelona? The Sun is different for him?

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Antonio is sitting on the bench in a happy thoughts of creating Barcelona as we know the city today. His beautiful dreams of this city supports us in our trust in humanity – “Please do not hate Muslims and Arabs. Sun is for everyone” – he is asking for.

6 guitars sing sad melody of Capricho árabe (Arab Capriccio) by Spanish composer Francisco Tárrega with beautiful hands of musician. I am listening it now and my soul feels a hope – Barcelona is strong. Antonio Gaudi knows Barcelona inspires.

Thank you for letting me to support you in really sad today.

 

Margarita’s Mother

Hello God!

Thank You very much for my daughter. I am endlessly grateful for this divine gift of being mother. And I am celebrating Mother’s Day!

Colorful paining by Eugenia Namakova mirrors our faces. We are blue-eyed and we are blooming in our happiness together.

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I am hugging my daughter by her shoulders, looking in her eyes and saying, “God gave you gifts!!! You must give them to the world!!! Let’s overcome the villain laziness and go to practice playing the piano.”

I know Margarita loves me and I am enjoying her playing the piano listening in the every sounds Emerson’s words, “You’re the greatest mommy in the whole wide world. I love you to the moon and back.”

Please spend 3 minutes watching this wonderful animation. And say:  Thank you for all you’ve done for me, mom.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Blue Flower

Hello God!

Thank You for Blue Flower we are all gifted with. Blue Flower is Inspiration we are bringing up to realise divine blooming inside and around us.

To tell the truth I was sleeping on this page with this post almost  for two month and simply nothing was born. January had a wings and I missed him in a viscous swap of time wasting.

Than February hurries to close his door. Am I strong enough to catch the last February’s train? Or as a habit, unfortunately, cowardly close the page, excusing myself “No Inspiration”. Korean illustrator Mi-Kyung Choi expresses the words I am trying to write.

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The Cactus is inside my entity for now. He says that I am lasy and clumsy. He torches me with his thorns of my low self esteem and nourishes my cowardice and weaknesses.

“Please, write nothing and close the page. It is not worthy, it is useless. Let’s go to eBay and check out something new, or we can spend wonderful time on social media instead!”, Cactus advices. 2 or even 4 hours of massive “sitting around and nothing to do” with the evil makes the results – I am sick, my head is heavy, the page is empty.

Oh, by the way, I am watching the photos from Oscar Ceremony now – Cactus applauds – we spend tonight together… again. It is sad, because it is my time, but Cactus dictates.

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And I know about fragile Blue Flower inside. She is growing near Cactus. But her soil is endless Love and Light. She is the infinitive source of happiness. Her tinkling voice somewhere deeply inside is begging: “Please, close the imdb page with the photos from Oscar and complete the post about me. It is important for the world, it is essentially important for you. I am here with you. Trust me – I bring happiness to you!”.

So I closed the photos and I am with you to tell you about Blue Flower. She is vibrating creature and as your angel is always near you. She is mother of creativity. And she waits always patiently and tenderly when you will notice her.

My heart is full of gratefulness because Cactus is silent now, Cactus is tiny and helpless, due to my attention is with Blue Flower now. It is miraculous sense of really happy and satisfying reality! I am in flow! Oh, it seems I am in the last February’s train!

Diana Vishneva, breathtaking and stunningly beautiful, is dancing the solo in FLOW. It is exactly what I am feeling now.

You know Cactus and Blue Flower are always together. The balance between matters. “Mmmm, I have not found out really beautiful dress on the red carpet of Oscar Ceremony, let’s go to read some celebrity gossip”, Cactus winks.

Thank you for your Blue Flower you are sharing her blooming with us!