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Covid-19 is Baobab

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Hello God!

Thank You for my healthy lungs. At this moment I am breathing full and freely. But I do not know how I will breathe tomorrow. How will breathe my family, my friends, my planet at the next moment? I need to do something to help You, despite maniacally washing my hands and checking the body temperature of my family.

“Merci, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,” I have inspired, “Merci for the idea!”. For overcoming my fear – I am transforming it in the Baobab. Covid-19 is the Baobab. Baobab is gobbling beautiful dolce vita, Baobab is dancing dead flamenco, Baobab is crunching Big Apple. We all are living in the catastrophe of the baobab.

Coronavirus-David-Goodsell

“Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little,” I am reading in “The Little Prince”. Biologist David Goodsell has been painting “Molecular Landscapes” watercolor interpretations of the microscopic goings-on in cells. You see, his coronavirus painting depicts a virus as it enters the lungs.

It looks like a flower. My fear is transforming into a flower? Strange but nice feeling, I see my fear in its face. The Baobab is microscopic, our lungs are fragile and we can predict nothing but the microscopic seed of the fear of the Baobab we “must destroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it,” Little Prince advises.

Little prince

“Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. A baobab is something you will never, never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet.

And if the planet is too small, and the baobabs are too many, they split it in pieces . . .”Happy lungs

“It is a question of discipline,” the little prince reminds. The golden rule we all know by heart is “When you’ve finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care.” With the greatest care we should clean the fear from our minds, because with the power of our minds we allow to our lungs to bloom beautifully free from the baobab.

“You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobabs, at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes.” Little Prince knows how to save us and our planet.

Do you afraid the baobab? You know what to do, see the golden rule above and watch this film.

Thank You for your fearless breath. You are brave, strong and beautiful.

 

 

 

George and Katya

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Hello God!

Thank You for Valentine’s Day.

A beautiful song by Russian bard Juilii Maitus and poet Evgenii Breitigam “On the Sleigh” is for your loving ears. The painting by Ludwig Blume Siebert is for your loving eyes. And my translation is for your loving smiles.

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George and Katya were amusing by themselves in the winter time.
On the sleigh they were riding from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh was dashingly flying, scraping through the snow,
George had whispered her quickly: “Katya, I love you.”

Katya was terribly confused and did not know how to be,
Maybe it is seemed so, because the wind could make a joke.
And she had told him timidly without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again…”

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Oh, by the way, I have found this cake in the grocery story “Eliseevski” in Saint Petersburg for our special occasion. Please take a piece and enjoy a continuation of the story.

We all need be happy and have fun in winter time…
Once again the couple began to descend from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh had dashingly flew down, the moment came,
George had quietly kissed Katya.

Katya had again confused, could not understand
Maybe – she thought so, the wind had howled again.
And she had timidly told him without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again.”

And when the sledge had dashingly flew down again as an arrow,
George had whispered her quietly: “Katya, be my wife.”
Katya was not confused and the wind was silent,
She had blushed and laughed and said: “Ok.”

Thank You for your beautiful ears, eyes and smiles. I live for them and I love you!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

August Hedonist

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Hello God!

Thank You for August-Hedonist.

And Thank You for this happy possibility to write these words I was struggling for them with the enemy of self-critisim and guilty. I had sat down at the desk, opened this page with intention to write something – and checking gmail, surfing Dailymail and etc. were hugging my creative essence. I had felt a bitter aftertaste when days by days spending with a celebrities gossips and aliexpress things I closed an empty page in Glorialana.

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My dear friend, the Angel is awaking me up. Vladimir Rumyantsev, the painter, by his tender brush has drawn my creative vulnerable essence as a cat with yellow eyes hiding under the chamomile umbrella.  I am afraid, yes, I am afraid, because my inner self-critic prevents me to see you. But Your Love and light is stronger I see in your eyes and I remember how I love your eyes, how I love your smile. You are important for me because I feel that I can enlighten your world. Perhaps it sounds a little grandiloquently  – I live because of You.

Because of You I have find a new motto for Glorialana Magazine – “Romanticizing The World” inspiring by German poet and philosopher Novalis “To romanticize the world is to make aware of the magic, mystery and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, the finite as infinite.” Beautiful aim, task and motivation to wake up and to write for You.

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“Darling, wake up, please. Today is the 11th of August. Are you going to sleep whole summer?”, tender voice of the Angel is whispering. “Are you going to sleep and miss the symphony of berries, apples, pears and poetic picnics with you love? When are you going to enjoy my company? Life is short and happiness is subtle. Please wake up the world is waiting!” I has woke up and opened my eyes happily feeling your breath.

Gastronomist

We live this August – Hedonist. Hedonist comes from the Greek word hedone “pleasure” and is related to hedys, which means “sweet”. And you know referring the topic of hedonism I have found a brilliant book “A Hedonist Manifesto: The Power to Exist” by Michel Onfray.

“Enjoy and have others enjoy, without doing harm to yourself or anyone else”, Michel defines hedonism. In these simple words the philosophy of my life is packed.

Gourmet

In hedonistic style we are celebrating my awakening enjoying Summer Berry and Champagne Soup with Floating Islands Gordon Ramsay has blended for us.

Thank You for You. Because of You I grow and glow. Because of You I have found the meaning of my writing here – “Romanticize the Word and Enjoy and Have Others Enjoy, without doing harm to yourself or anyone else.”

Enjoy Summer! Enjoy August-Hedonist!

Seven Cherries

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Hello God!

Thank You for Sunday! New week begins and let me color your week with these happy paintings by Ira Mitchell Kirk .

Life is a bowl of cherries and Seven Cherries are seven days of a week. We habitually have our bowl but in every cherry the gift is hidden.

life is a bowl of cherries

“Days, months, and years were given to us by nature, but we invented the week for ourselves. There is nothing inevitable about a seven-day cycle; it represents an arbitrary rhythm imposed on our activities, unrelated to anything in the natural order.

But where the week exists—and there have been many cultures where it doesn’t—it is so deeply embedded in our experience that we hardly ever question its rightness, or think of it as an artificial convention; for most of us it is a matter of “second nature”, Eviatar Zerubavel writes in his “The Seven Day Circle”.making magic

The Greeks named the days of week after the Sun, the Moon and the five known planets, which named after the gods Ares, Hermes, Zeus, Aphrodite, and Cronus. The Greeks called the days of the week  “theon hemerai” – “days of the Gods”.

The Romans substituted their equivalent gods for the Greek gods, Mars, Mercury, Jove (Jupiter), Venus, and Saturn.dance for joy

Sunday is the Sun’s day. The name comes from the Latin dies solis, meaning “sun’s day”: the name of a pagan Roman holiday. It is also called “Dominica” (Latin), the Day of God.

Monday is the Moon’s day. The name comes from the Anglo-Saxon monandaeg, “the moon’s day”. This second day was sacred to the goddess of the moon.

painting ranibows

Tuesday is the Tiu’s day. This day was named after the Norse god Tyr. The Romans named this day after their war-god Mars “dies Martis”.

Wednesday is the Woden’s day. The day named to honor Wodan (Odin). The Romans called it “dies Mercurii”, after their god Mercury.

Sprinkling Stars

Thursday is Thor’s day. The day named after the Norse god Thor. In the Norse languages this day is called Torsdag.
The Romans named this day dies Jovis (“Jove’s Day”), after Jove or Jupiter, their most important god.

Blooming Love

Friday is Freya’s day. The day in honor of the Norse goddess Frigg.
In Old High German this day was called “frigedag”.
To the Romans this day was sacred to the goddess Venus, and was known as “dies veneris”.

oh! how time flies!

Saturday is Saturn’s day. This day was called dies Saturni, “Saturn’s Day”, by the ancient Romans in honor of Saturn. In Anglo-Saxon: saterdaeg.

Sunday is worth for listening and singing old good song. I am singing “Life is Just A Bowl Of Cherries”. Please enjoy and celebrate your every cherries.

“Life is just a bowl of cherries
Don’t take it serious; it’s too mysterious…”

Thank you for your smiling eyes and have a good week!

 

Ballerina in Red

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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.

Red Heels

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.

Master Pen

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Hello God!

Thank You for today. The 1st of September is Day of Knowledge we are celebrating with a bouquet of flowers for a teachers and a bottle of champagne for parents. New school year has just begun!

My daughter goes to class of third graders. She likes her pen and has just created poem about it:

“My Master Pen, You look like on Magic Wand. Sometimes my letters are dancing as ballerinas, sometimes as hippopotamuses”. I tell you a secret mostly hippopotamuses are in her papers.

Jake Weidmann

Today I have introduced my daughter with Jake Weidmann and I am happy to share with you his fantastic calligraphy.

Jake Weidmann is the 11th Master Penman in the world!

The Pen

“I took it upon myself to really work obsessively on my handwriting everybody else in school had their laptops out in there are typing away and I had a pen in a pad of paper.

I practice a lot of different art forms but I particularly mix calligraphy into my artwork to give both the words and the pictures more life and a stronger message”, Jake says.The Ocean of Knowledge

Researchers have shown that children who know how to write by hand learn to read faster.  “When we write, a unique neural circuit is automatically activated,” neuroscientists say.

Sojourners-Rose

“Handwriting is a movement skill. Try writing your name and address with eyes closed, most people are able to do it quite easily, this is because the movements of your hand when writing are firmly established in your movement memory because you have made them so often.. This is why children need to practise handwriting movements correctly and often” educators from Cambridge University say.

Dear Pen, Master Pen! Be my friend! Be my helper!

Teach me the joy of taking you to paper.

I write my soul by you. I express ballet of letters in my papers with you…

Happy New School Year!

 

 

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.

Tilia Heart

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.

Tilia Song

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.

Tilia Dream

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!

 

 

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.

 

Christmas Child

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Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas! This very word brings joy to our hearts. Little kids make Christmas fun. We can invite our inner child for the holidays. We will dance  around Christmas tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and waiting for Santa.

I know, yes, my adult knows where the presents really came from. But my inner child believes. So do yours little you.

Tonight is special, First Christmas full moon in nearly 40 years starts tonight! “It just makes Santa’s job easier and Rudolf can stay home,” Chad Myers, meteorologist, says.

Christmas Moon

Our hearts, as winter tweeting birds, are beating in the astonishment. Santa is on his way! An angelic voice of our inner child is tender and crystal. Attentively we listen: “Thank You, Maria, for the Child!”:

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Christmas

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

love your child

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be?
Which inspire your heavenly songs?

Inner child

Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ Whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.

santa wish

See Him in a manger laid,
Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
With us sing our Savior’s birth.

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

We are all Maria for our inner child. Mother loves her children. Christmas Miracle is in the newborn child you are tonight.

Merry Christmas!

Thanksgiving Choir

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Hello God!
Thank You for the music we are singing in our joyful choir! Today we celebrate Thanksgiving!

“Thank you for the music” by ABBA is for now!

I am so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing the grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Music

I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud.

Choir

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me.

I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing my grateful song to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!

Happy Thanksgiving!