Tag: Music

God of Buttons

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Hello God!

Thank You for Your Many Faces. With winter weather endlessly to button and unbutton my skirt, my shirt, my jacket and my coat I have met the God of Buttons. His name is Augusto Esquivel.

“The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet”, German philosopher Novalis said. Tonight I have found the seat of my soul. Let me share the place with you.The Universe.jpg

My inner world and the outer world meet in my grandmother’s old can from “Quality Street” chocolates where the God lives. It is fulfilled by buttons where every button is a planet or a star. The God is creating His Universe in His Perfect Order.Edem.jpg

This is the secret meeting place where limitless wisdom is open navigating my life. The buttons are magical keepers of the stories about my family, love and dreams. The buttons remember tenderness of touching mother’s hands and my first steps in the beige sweater with apple trees and blue river, knitted by my grandmother, of course, with sparkling buttons as the Sun and cotton clouds. The buttons build the road of destiny and every buttons are the atoms creating the Perfect Universe with personal Eden.

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There is the fountain of life where every drops are joy, prosperity and trust. I see the world in those roses. The word “button” means flower’s bud. And I know about Miracle girl’s heart is asking for sewing the magical button with the words: “Rose button, rose bud keeps my beauty for Him to love”.  Trust, girl, in the button. Trust, girl, in the fountain!

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Luna Park is the embodiment of happiness. The Candy Shop with mesmerising sounds of caramel in rainbow paper con the wizard-saker scales I am feeling in my hands – God of buttons keeps my hand.

And Carousel! Between the beginnings, the first steps, and infinite, breathing worlds, these things gather together here. My child’s innocent smile with “Mama, I chose this horse!”, sparkling lights of silver and golden lamps, ancient music but with so familiar and warm sounds are saved in the buttons.  Carousel.jpg

Augusto Esquivel explains: “I realize how insignificant and small a simple sewing button can be as it lays in my grandmother’s sewing box, but at the same time how unique and precious it can become as part of a work of art. Like an atom in a molecule, each button serves and shapes the whole. I hold the button to my ear and it whispers to me, “I want to be…..”

Thank You, God of Buttons, for the place where my soul is now. Thank you, my dear friend, for your smile and I am a molecule of water in your eyes.

November Meow!

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Hello God!

Thank You for the violin I am listening saying “Bye-Bye!” to November.

My November was pretty sad – “No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member – No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –November!” – Thomas Hood expresses my feelings. But beautiful November by Max Richer is in my headphones and my favourite cat by Vladimir Rumyantsev makes me smile.

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Do you remember Vasya? This cat is my lifesaver. Meow, meow, meow are at the beginning, but my eyes are closed, I am concentrated and start to distinguish clear words.

“I have found serenity in the most beautiful way. It is in the sounds of violin –  no words can describe how peaceful I am now. I am a little envious to those who knows how to play the violin. I would do anything to play the violin. In my dreams I learn to play the violin everyday with various notes and songs. In my dreams I open my case, tighten my bow, pluck a string to tune. And under apple tree with the sounds of violin Love touches my soul”, Vasya shares his secret with me.

October

“With the sounds of my violin I invite you to go fishing and boating. Let me to read a poem aloud in our boat. Listen “Fishing in Autumn” by Nguyen Khuyen.

The fall pond cheerless, the water clear,
I fish from a small boat drifting here.
Tiny blue ripples roll through the mist,
The wind, the leaves fly past with the year…”

November

“November… Empty branches, fallen leaves, orange, red and yellow became whiter on first snowflakes breeze. Autumn Burgundy is swirling to Winter Whiteness – I hear, I see it in the music! And the music ends with hope – the last day of November is promising happiness because tomorrow we will be hugged by tenderness of Angel of Winter. I know him. You will love him!” Vasya smiles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Bb0k9HgQxc

With the cool wind comes a bright blue sky. With the last day of November comes a new white hope. Please enjoy this outstanding music. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to share it with you. Thank you.

Good Bye, Autumn! Good Bye, November!

Huggiving Day

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Hello God!

Thank You for the hugs we give for each other. Today is Thanksgiving and Huggiving Day I have announced!

A hug is a form of physical intimacy, universal in human communities, in which two or more people put their arms around the neck, back, or waist of one another and hold each other closely.

Spreading a little good in the world I give you my hug by the photos  you see now. Anyone worth meeting is worth hugging. And I am enormously happy to have this moment to hug you and imagine your smile and feel the beat of your heart.

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Let’s face the truth – we all have and enjoy our hand-held devices more often than hug our people. Our hands are too busy with these perfect tools for cutting us off from any human contact.

Please, just put the phone in your pocket. Log off your computer. Remove your iPod headphones. I suggest to free our hands and go reaching out and hugging people. Today.

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Doing little thing to touch a heart or a life changes the world forever. Shining a light on goodness spreads good in the world. Sharing love with another nurtures love around the world.

I am writing this post because I hope to change your life for the better, even if only for a moment, this very precious moment. And you know my own life is changed too. Thank you very much for your hands and warmness I am feeling now.

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“Genuine hugs give people freedom to be audaciously caring. They are an act of pure human love, and they give people new ways to build bridges, heal hurts, and put a little more joy in the lives of those we touch. No one should go hugless. Hugs are free. And best of all: when you hug, you get hugged back” I am reading in “The 10 Essential Hugs of Life” by Roy Spence.

Happy Huggiving Day!

 

Halloween EV3

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Hello God!

Thank You for today. Today is Halloween and we are celebrating tonight with our new EV3.

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The Grand Hotel is calm and sleepy,

When the Horror knocks the door.

EV3 is the scariest robot,

It is from the Dark Planet.

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The Halloween Party was unforgettable…

Happy Halloween!

Wall of Wishes

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Hello God!

Thank You for an enormous ways for making our wishes come true.

Yesterday I with my daughter were conductors of one from billions those ways. We were responsible for the Wall of Wishes in the park where New School Year celebration was hold.  Children were suggested to write on a paper palm their wishes and dreams for coming year.

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Children were active because of believing in the magic Wall we declared.

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Write it on a colourful palm and put in on the Wall. Kind and powerful wizards, enchanters, charmers from all possible and impossible worlds are gathered here for to come true your wishes and dreams .

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I dream about little dog. I dream about little sister. I wish my grandfather is well. My team is the best and we will win the season. Our teachers are kind. My papers have excellent marks. All tests I will pass brilliantly. Prestigious University is waiting for me. I wish peace and everything the best for everyone.

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The rainbow cover of children’s wishes and dreams fulfilled The Wall of Wishes very fast. I invite you to join us. Close your eyes, make a wish and touch the Wall on the screen you see now. Who knows – there are enormous ways, perhaps this is the one.

And I am singing for you my favourite song “Dream Big” by Ryan Shupe:

“And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
Cause when you dream it might come true.
For when you dream, dream big.”

Thank you for your smiling eyes and your cordial dream you are thinking about now touching our Wall of Wishes.

Please, remember, every night before falling asleep, stare at the sky, and keep your dream alive!

 

 

Kupalinka Song

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Hello God!

Thank You for Kupala today. We celebrate Kupala Night or Kupalle in Belorussian, one of the oldest folk holidays dedicated to the sun and water. Kupalinka, daughter of the god Kupala and the Earth opens the door to the magic time.

It is the only time of the year when Mother Nature reveals its secrets and the only time when trees speak and even move and when witches gather. White witches, of course.

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Kupalinka discovers some interesting facts about her father –  Jacob Grimm in his book Teutonic Mythology (1835) notes that the word kupala describes the bonfires slavonic folk lit at the summer solstice, and records that some people explained the word as the name Kupulo, a harvest god.

Although the word kupala (or kupalo) is usually explained as “bather” (from kupat(i) ‘to bathe’). According to Russian philologists Vyacheslav Ivanov and Vladimir Toporov, the name Kupala is derived from the same Indo-European root as the name of  Cupid, Roman god of love, which means “passion” or “desire”. Kupala is Slavonic Cupid!

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There is an ancient Kupala belief that the eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when ferns bloom.

Thanks to the fern flowers, which blossom for only several moments at midnight, all the buried treasures could be seen, no matter how deep they were in the ground. Prosperity, luck, discernment and power would befall on whoever finds a fern flower.

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Please listen Kupalinka song and enjoy the video below where Kupala is celebrated!

Kupalinka, Kupalinka
It’s dark in the night
It’s dark in the night
Where is your daughter, Kupalinka?

My daughter is in the garden
She weeds the rose
She weeds the rose
And wounds her white hands.

She picks the flowers
She picks the flowers
And weaves garlands
She weaves garlands and sheds tears.

I wish you to find your blooming fern flower tonight, and your dearest wish will come true.

Thank you for sharing with me this very magical moment!

Tilia Daughter

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Hello God!

Thank You for the beautiful Tilia tree I am sitting under when the words are flowing from my head. Today is the last day of June and I invite you to celebrate this day with wonderful music and paintings.

I love the name “Tilia” – it sounds so musical as a tender violin’s voice. “Ti-li -a” I am singing with the accompaniment of “Bagatelles” by Dvorak. Tilia is a genus of about 30 species of trees commonly called lime trees, basswood and linden.

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With the the sweetest perfume of millions of pale-green flowers among heart-shaped leaves I am feeling myself as Tilia’s daughter. My imagination immerses me to inside the linden tree and I am this linden tree. Anna Petrova has painted me as a loving child of Tilia – the linden or lime tree.

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By the way according druid’s horoscope my sign is Linden tree.

You know, I am reading the meaning of my sign Linden or Lime tree –  I am unprecedentedly charming and can use it and may turn everybody’s head. I easily adapt to any conditions. Boredom is my main enemy.

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My horoscope said  – “She’s full of contradictions, very hard to interpret.  But one thing is undoubted about her: she’s very attractive. It’s nice and easy to associate with her, you have a feeling of psychological comfort.” I like myself as daughter of Tilia.

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Sociability, observation, realism, talent for organisation is traits of those who were born under the sign of Linden or Lime. Oh, I am in really fantastic company because Louis XIV, Pierre Auguste Renoir and Albert Einstein were born under the sign of Lindan/Lime.

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I am tender and loving child of Tilia, happily listening music, feeling summer breeze in every sounds of Bagatelles by Dvorak. Please enjoy!

“The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.”

by William Cullen Bryant

Thank You for your smiling eyes and sharing this happy moment with me. June was great.

Welcome to July!

 

 

Stream of Petals

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Hello God!
Thank You for a petals spray I am feeling now. Life is short as a life of a flower, moment by moment as a petal by a petal we are aspiring to eternity… Amy Lowell‘s poem and Fong Qi Wei‘s photos I am happy to share with you today.

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Petals

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

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Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know.

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And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.

We are Flowers

We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Arabesque 1 by Debussy is for to feel the stream of petals on your face. Please enjoy!

Thank you very much for sharing this very moment with my heart and feelings.

 

Onegin Day

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Hello God!

Thank You for Alexander Pushkin! Today, the 6th of June, is his Birthday! To celebrate the day I invite you to open and read the book. The poem “Eugene Onegin” is in the book.

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Russian painter Elena Samokish-Sudkovskaya illustrated the poem published in 19o8 in Saint Petersburg. It is my pleasure to share with you these wonderful pictures. Romantic mood and delicate character of the poetry embrace us. We are floating in the flows of this Masterpiece.

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I am catching the waves of “Eugene Onegin” translation by Charles H. Johnston via my own senses. I hope you will enjoy its, you can catch your own Pushkin here.

“How early on he (Onegin) learnt to trouble
the heart of the professional flirt!
When out to burst a rival’s bubble,
how well he knew the way to hurt —
what traps he’d set him, with what malice
he’d pop the poison in his chalice!”

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So she was called Tatyana.

From early on she loved romances,
they were her only food… and so
she fell in love with all the fancies
of Richardson and of Rousseau.The visit.jpgTatyana now need wait no longer.
Her eyes were opened, and she said
“this is the one!” Ah, ever stronger,
in sultry sleep, in lonely bed,
all day, all night, his presence fills her,
by magic everything instils her
with thoughts of him in ceaseless round.

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“I write to you – no more confession
is needed, nothing’s left to tell.
I know it’s now in your discretion
with scorn to make my world a hell.

Decreed in highest court for ever…
heaven’s will — for you I’m set apart;
and my whole life has been directed
and pledged to you, and firmly planned:
I know, Godsent one, I’m protected
until the grave by your strong hand:
you’d made appearance in my dreaming;
unseen, already you were dear,
my soul had heard your voice ring clear,
stirred at your gaze, so strange, so gleaming,
long, long ago… no, that could be
no dream. You’d scarce arrived, I reckoned
to know you, swooned, and in a second
all in a blaze, I said: it’s he!”Tatiana's husband.jpg

“Can you say,
prince, who in that dark-red béret,
just there, is talking to the Spanish
ambassador?” In some surprise
the prince looks at him, and replies:
“Wait, I’ll present you – but you banish
yourself too long from social life.”
“But tell me who she is.” “My wife.”

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Onegin wrote “…I noticed once, at our chance meeting,
in you a tender pulse was beating,
yet dared not trust what I could see.
I gave no rein to sweet affection:
what held me was my predilection,
my tedious taste for feeling free.

No, every minute of my days,
to see you, faithfully to follow,
watch for your smile, and catch your gaze
with eyes of love, with greed to swallow
your words, and in my soul to explore
your matchlessness, to seek to capture
its image, then to swoon before
your feet, to pale and waste… what rapture!”

No answer comes. Another letter
he sends, a second, then a third.

Tatyana answered “I married. I beseech you, go;
I know your heart: it has a feeling
for honour, a straightforward pride.
I love you (what’s the use to hide
behind deceit or double-dealing?)
but I’ve become another’s wife —
and I’ll be true to him, for life.”

Thank you for joy reading “Eugene Onegin” with me. Onegin Day is wonderful.

 

Très Chic May

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Hello God!

Thank You for May! The inebriating scent of a bunch of lily of the valley in my hands is taking my head away to somewhere where I am in Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery. Vogue‘s model I am now!

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May is beautiful, May is très chic!

Chic is a French word, “Très Chic” literally means”very stylish”.  French style is to embody elegance and minimalism – Less is more. As Leonard de Vinci said – “Simplicity is supreme sophistication”.

For me elegant Lily of the Valley is reflection of the supreme sophistication.Le Miguet

The scientific name for Lily of the Valley is, “Majalis” or “Mails” which means “belonging to May”. The flower also has many formal names like May Lily, May bells, Ladder-to-heaven and Male Lily. It is called “Muguet” in French.

The delicate green sprigs in emeralds capped with tiny white brilliant bells this brooch by Van Cleef and Arpels is, mmmm let me find the words, très chic!May Dior.jpg

 

Lily of the valley was Cristian Dior’s lucky flower. “Superstitious and attentive, he slipped a sprig of the delicate dried flower into the hem of every one of his haute couture models, and always kept it with him. In his jacket pocket he kept a finely crafted reliquary containing his beloved flower” – I am reading in the story of Dior.

This dress “Muguet” (Lily of the Valley) is from haute couture Spring-Summer 1957.

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Christian Dior knew how to express delicacy and femaleness in his dresses. French très chic looks effortlessly but with sense of intrigue. Woman is in beautiful dress Lily of Valley, what else can be soooo French!

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Lily of the Valley brings luck and signifies the return of happiness.

Tender fairy with charm – butterfly  on this watch by Van Cleef and Arpels,  you see it is without figures, promises to us very happy and très chic May.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yppIr6ht-Kw&feature=youtu.be

“Happiness is the secret to all beauty. There is no beauty without happiness,” said Christian Dior.  Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery is just a dream I was blessed by a simple flower, lily of the valley.

I am happy to feel your smiling eyes, I am happy to share this moment with you. We are beautiful, endlessly beautiful.