The Diamonds of Happiness are gifted to the child.
The Fairy of Hope are blessing by the Trust
The Diamonds of Dream are gifted to the child!
Twenty Eighteen is blessed by millions diamonds and he will be happy, healthy and beautiful. We are all blessed and we are all diamonds. “We are life like diamonds in the sky” I am singing – join to me, please. The song is beautiful.
Thank You for the feeling of Miracle we are all full in the anticipation of Christmas. Miracle is on the way, and we have the most beautiful weekend in the year dreaming about something very desirable.
With the photos by Svetlana Pavlovskaya in my anticipation of Christmas Miracle I am writing “Murrforbidden Fruit”.
In the middle of MurrParadise is the Murrforbidden Fruit…
Two rings of sausages with salt and spices are in my eyes,
It is so tempting and seductive with a skin around –
Thank You for Madrid I was blessed to dance in. It was incredibly happy experience of the hugging and rhythm by handsome Macho Madrid.
I suppose that the word “macho” in the modern environment sometimes has the negative connotation, means for example “a man who is aggressively proud of his masculinity”. As for me it is associated with “a man’s responsibility to provide for, protect, and defend his woman and family”.
I love Madrid. He inspires in every steps dancing with him.
Thank You for the butter I am generously spreading on my bread. I have a breakfast.
The piece of bread is of course gluten free. And butter… oh, I know about cholesterol which is potentially bad for my health. But I love butter. It smells fantastically and it looks as divine honey. What’s the pleasure and the gift I have at this morning!
Inspiring by butter and cream in my coffee I enjoy creating my opera “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.
My dear friend, her name is Ollie Joy, is a beautiful and gentle cow.
Thank You for Moonlight Sonata! I’m playing it on the piano for you now.
With the first touching octave do sharp# in left hand and the wave sol sharp#-do sharp#-mi for right hand the gravitation law is overcame. I am in Beethoven Cosmos – under my fingers is the dance of whirling universes illuminating in the paintings by Ann Weirich.
Adagio sostenuto is at the beginning.
I am an astronaut, aspiring and brave,
In Sol-Do-Mi Sol-Do-Mi waves
The melody of other Galaxy I feel:
Allegretto Movement leads, of course, to the Planet of Immortal Beloved. Beethoven invites us to this planet he created by his love. His Music under my fingers tells the story, I am reading in his letter:
“…my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. …Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. …
My everything, you – you – my life – my everything: see “you – you – my everything, my happiness … my solace – my everything”
The planet under my fingers is incredibly light and beautiful.
There are no thoughts,
only heart thinking.
There is no speech,
only heart speaking…
Presto agitato demands virtuosic playing. The 3 movement is technical and emotionally expressive. Playing it is incredibly difficult.
I touch a million tiny stars, planets, comets, meteorites.
They crash and burst –
I am in endless joy and endless pain,
I am in infinitive laughs and infinitive tears.
It almost unbearable, but I can not stop.
I am in Cosmos of millions breathings…
Beethoven opens the door to infinitive Cosmos.
We are all an astronauts there. It is our gift and we are a gift to it.
Please enjoy Beethoven Cosmos! Thank you for this blessing to share it with you!
What’s the surname! “Rimsky” in Russian means “Roman” and “Korsakov” is about “Korsak” means “steppe fox”, with this happy connection “Rimsky-Korsakov” two great persons, brothers Voin and Nicolai are inspiring me today.
Rimsky-Korsakov Archipelago was named after commander of schooner Vostok – Voin Rimsky-Korsakov, I did not know about this fact and I am astonished by it. Voin was 22 years older than Nicolai. Nicolai is the great Russian composer, and I know where his music comes from. His brother was his navigator!
Can you imagine that the officer in the Imperial Russian Navy, then the civilian Inspector of Naval Bands is writing “Practical Manual of Harmony” and composing 16 operas and 17 works for symphony orchestra and difficultly countable chamber, piano music, romances! So it is all about Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov.
I invite you to Scheherazade Archipelago, we are going to unknown enigmatic islands in the ocean of music.
“Scheherazade” is a symphonic sea we are floating in with the fairy tales from “One Thousand and One Nights”. Her portrait by Pavel Ivanov (Paul Mak), Shéhérazade is impressed. The violin voice – voice of Scheherazade is mesmerising, please close your eyes, our journey begins!
The poem is structured in four movements, our islands of the archipelago, which originally were untitled but later were given names by Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s student Anatoly Lyadov.
We are immersed in the waters of the first island.
The Sea and Sindbad’s Ship starts with the deep, formidable voice of the Sultan in the winds and strings, calling for his newest wife to entertain him. He convinced that all women are false and faithless, vowed to put to death each of his wives after the first nuptial night.
Scheherazade tries to save her life by entertaining her lord with fascinating tales, represented by a light, lyrical solo violin melody, begins to develop her tale.
The next island is The Story of the Kalandar Princeopens with Scheherazade’s violin line. The Kalandar was rich Prince who gets shipwrecked by a Magnet Mountain and had a lot of troubles with women and forty keys to the forty doors, Scheherazade will tell you someday.
The Young Prince and the Young Princess is about love story. The third island hugs us by the melody of youthfulness and joy. We are whirling in waltz, circling around beautiful man and woman in love.
Arriving to the forth island we are celebrating – “Festival at Baghdad; the Sea; the Ship Goes to Pieces on a Rock Surmounted by a Bronze Warrior”. The Sultan, consumed with curiosity, postponed from day to day the execution of his wife, and finally repudiated his bloody vow entirely. The Sultan falls in love with Scheherazade!
The finale is agitated, it seems every vibes around are full of joy, with every movement of bows of strings and every breath of winds instruments we are full of love of life.
Thank you, for this gift to share with you this happiness to open unknown and beautiful. Our journey to Scheherazade Archipelago was fantastic experience!
With the poem by Edwina Reizer I am happy to share my inspiration.
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.
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.
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
in fact emboldened now.
She knew why she was here.
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, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
“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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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”.
“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!