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Raspberry Tale

Published on July 24, 2013July 25, 2013 by Glorialana3 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for raspberries we enjoy in July. Raspberries remind me a wonderful and sweet taste from my childhood. I remember a big bushes of raspberry I was playing with my little sister in. I was a bear and she was a hare. Our story was about a lost little hare and a bear who was asked by mother of a little hare to find her daughter. When a bear had found a bushes of raspberries bear forgot about asking to find a little hare. So bear, me, ate a raspberries when little hare, my sister, sat in the bushes. My mother was waiting for us with a little cup of raspberries her children had gathered…

A magic smell and taste of raspberries and homemade waffles keep my happy memory about childhood.

Every family had an electrical waffle maker you see below. I am lucky because my mother-in-law has the waffle maker which is rare vintage thing from USSR now.

The first picture is actual photo of my mother-in-law’s equipment. The waffle maker is baking very well.

The recipe of waffles is simple:

200 gr. butter or margarine
1 cup of sugar
5 eggs
1.5 cup of flour

Hand made cottage cheese is delicious. I add a half cup of sugar and steer it to cream mass.

Rasberries are just from the garden. What’s a beautiful and delicious union!

My ruby red mouth

Will be stained for days

The way my teeth hide the seeds

I’m totally amazed!

Oh raspberry you’re beautiful

Red nectar of the season

I think you know…

You give life a reason!

Thank you for sharing with me this happy moment.

Happy Simplicity

Published on July 23, 2013 by Glorialana2 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Your patient waiting for me. Last week I spent in the peaceful place where I invite you for a walking. The place is magic and enigmatic. It is hard to find the place even on the maps and I almost sure you have not any chance to see it anywhere else. So take this unique possibility!

“The miracle of life is concluded in patience and simplicity” I thought when I was walking on this street in the small belorussian town where my mother-in-law lives.

Life is simple here. The houses are wood and small. Usually two rooms and a kitchen with a big wood-burning stove are in a typical village’s house.

There are no rooms for depressions here. The inhabitants even have never heard about psychiatrist and psychoanalysis. Scientists have confirmed rural life is better for happy life. Researchers have shown that the parts of the brain dealing with stress and emotion are affected by living in the big city.

Watching the spectacular sunset and feeling the warm air flowing in hairs are the best cure for our urban brain.

“Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world”. Lao Tzu’s words is the fundamental truth we often forget. I will remember.

Simplicity implies beauty, purity and clarity here. A vigorous rooster’s cry is a natural alarm clock, the first golden rays of the sun on a pillow are tickling my eyes saying “Good Morning” and a tantalizing scent of a homemade pie languishing in the oven promises a really good day.

And in the evening when the sky is flourished with star myriads gentle wind tells his delightful breezy story about true happiness …

Happiness is simple. Sometimes everything we do to find it is complicated.

I am grateful for your smile now and these flowers I have gathered are for you. Thank you for your happiness now.

Perfect Dress

Published on July 12, 2013July 12, 2013 by Glorialana8 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my daughter’s passion about princesses. Every her doll is a princess. As you know a princess dreams to become the Queen one day. The heart of coronation in her dream day is Perfect Dress, of course!

Since the age of just 26, Elizabeth II has been the Queen. Her coronation on June 2, 1953 was an unprecedented spectacle of pomp and pageantry and the Coronation Dress is the most important and perfect dress for 20th century.

The Coronation Gown was created by the British couturier Norman Hartnell. I think the gown is the most exquisite couture work ever to be done. I am dazzled by the light and genius of this Masterpiece.

On her way to Westminster Abbey, the Queen wore these fantastic pieces of jewellery, made in diamonds and pearls, the Diamond Diadem made for George IV, Queen Victoria’s collet diamond necklace and diamond drop earrings.

The jewels speak for themselves.

Norman Hartnell had previously made Her Majesty’s wedding dress for her marriage to Prince Philip. By the way he became the first couturier to be knighted.

The gown had a sweetheart neckline and full skirt and was embroidered with some 10,000 seed-pearls and many thousands of beads. It was trailed by a 15 foot star-patterned train.

Made of English silk, the dress was so heavy that three layers of horsehair were used, so as to lighten it enough that the Queen could move freely through the complicated manoeuvres in Westminster Abbey.

Eight months in the making, the Queen is reported to have declared it “glorious” the first time she saw it and wore it six more times after coronation day, including at the opening of parliaments in New Zealand and Australia in 1954 and Canada in 1957.

The decoration on the robe comprises a border of wheat ears and olive branches, symbolizing peace and plenty.

Intricate embroidery featured floral details to represent each country ruled by Elizabeth II: the English Tudor rose, the Welsh Leek, the Scots thistle, the Australian wattle, the New Zealand fern, protea for South Africa, two lotus flowers for India and Ceylon, wheat, cotton and jute for Pakistan.

The motifs on the dress were embroidered in pastel-coloured silks, pearls, diamonds, pale amethysts, golden crystals, gold and silver bullion and sequins to create a shimmering effect. There was one emblem not included in the embroidery sample that was included in the dress: ‘unknown to the Royal wearer there was one extra little four-leaved shamrock for luck.’ Hartnell secretly later added an embroidered extra four-leaved Shamrock on the left side of her dress as an omen for good fortune.

It was embroidered by the Royal School of Needlework, who worked for a total of 3,500 hours between March and May 1953. Every detail was done by hand.

Queen Elizabeth II in Coronation Robes.1953,by Sir Herbert James Gunn

Wearing her coronation dress and the purple Robe of Estate, The Queen stands in the Throne Room at Buckingham Palace.

The coronation portrait of Queen Elizabeth II,by Edith Grace Wheatley

Its jewels glow, virtues; loyalty’s ruby,

blood-deep; sapphire’s ice resilience; emerald evergreen;

the shy pearl, humility. My whole life, whether it be long

or short, devoted to your service. Not lightly worn.

Carol Ann Duffy

Thank you for sharing with me this beautiful moment. Lift up your head, Princess, not to miss your Coronation Day in the Perfect Dress of Success or Love or something you dream about! Perhaps the Day is today.

Two Ladies

Published on July 9, 2013 by Glorialana10 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my happy Destiny. My way is beautiful. I was born in USSR but educated in Western tradition. This rich composition allows me analyzing two different world, I suppose.

On the photo below we see two women which are on the one stage together. The stage is the formal dinner in Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna, where Khrushchev and Kennedy appeared together for the only time and in the company of their wives Nina Khrushchev and Jackie Kennedy.

For Kennedy, who had become President in the same 1961 year, it was his first meeting with his great opposite number one from the Soviet Union.

“I never met a man like this,” Kennedy told Hugh Sidey, Time magazine’s White House correspondent. “[I] talked about how a nuclear exchange would kill 70 million people in 10 minutes, and he just looked at me as if to say, ‘So what?’”

At their final meeting, Kennedy sought to improve the chilled atmosphere over Berlin. “It is up to the U.S. to decide whether there will be war or peace,” Khrushchev said. “Then, Mr. Chairman,” Kennedy responded, “there will be war. It will be a cold winter.”

At the first glimpse we see the clear contrast between the looks of the First Ladies. Jackie is fashionable and sophisticated and Nina is provincial and shapeless. But mindful view understands that the visible differences in appearance of two ladies are just the tip of the iceberg.

Jackie is 32 y.o and Nina is 61 y.o. here. Jackie’s father, John, was a wealthy stockbroker on Wall Street whose family had come from France. Nina’s father was a poor peasant from the village in Ukraine. At the age of 22 y.o. Jackie enjoyed her youth in the George Washington University. Nina in her 22 y.o. was suffering by typhoid fever and lived in the village house even without floor just ground.

Jackie and Nina were a very strong women. They both were bitterly crying when their children were lost. Jackie’s third child Patrick died after two days from the birth. Nina had buried her daughter Elena.

They both loved their husbands and they both became a widows. Kennedy was killed and Jackie became a widow at age 34. Khrushchev died of a heart attack in a hospital near his home in Moscow on 1971. Nina was a little lucky because she was 71 y.o.

Jackie died of a form of cancer of the lymphatic system. She was 64 years old. Nina died at 84 y.o.

What the complicated Destinies we have just touched!

At the first glimpse we all are different. But see attentively: for every mother her child is value, every girls dream about Prince’s love, every boys dream to become an astronaut. Our tears are the same about loss and pain. Our joys are the same about happiness in our families and peace in our countries.

Thank you for sharing with me this peaceful moment.

Magic Tree

Published on July 7, 2013July 8, 2013 by Glorialana9 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for today’s Inspiration. Today’s morning have presented to us something wonderful.

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities,
And nevers become alwayses.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is where everything started.
It is the tree of life.

by Mia Ocean

We were eating grapes when the idea was born.

I with my daughter are creating a magic tree from empty bunch of grapes and modeling clay.

We think a little glittering is beautiful.

Red flowers are blooming on the tree.

And Pixie dust is necessary.

To make this tree is easy and fun. You and your child will be happy if you try to create it.

Well, close your eyes and think about your Dream, as you know:

It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities…

Kupala Night

Published on July 6, 2013July 6, 2013 by Glorialana10 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my roots. When I think about how many people had lived before my birth I am mesmerized by the thought “they all lived to make my being possible on this planet”. I am Slavonic. My mother is Belorussian and father has a Polish roots. Today we celebrate Ivan Kupala’s Night.

This night is always filled with miracles: you may hear the whisper of herbs and see mermaids, watch trees change places and witness the bright light of the blossoming fern flower.

The fire is miraculous and detoxifying tonight. If you are courage enough to jump over the fire you will stay healthy all year.

Tonight a magical rituals are allowed. Girls make wreaths from wild flowers and add a nettle to it, which reflects the essence of a mermaid concealed in every girl. They push the wreath into the river and get rid of the mermaid’s nature.

Girls also stick burning candles into their wreaths and make bets whose wreath remains on the surface longer. The longer the candle burns the more overwhelming love will be.

This feast of fire, water and love filled me with the certainty that life is given to all of us for happiness, joy and love. It is our responsibility to make our lives beautiful.

Enjoy tonight! It is magical. Believe me, I know!

Real Girl

Published on July 4, 2013 by Glorialana5 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my daughter. My daughter is the greatest gift from the Sky. I love her endlessly. As a mother I want to see my child happy and healthy. We love to play together and our favorite game is in fashion designer. We create a clothing for a dolls, and Barbie, of course, goes the first in our waiting list. Girls are girls.

“Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with super-heroes. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie,” Rita Rudner says and I agree with her. Barbie doll can be a nightmare for mindful parents.

Artist Nickolay Lamm has made Barbie over, using an average 19-year-old girl’s body dimensions. Oh, I am happy to see the news.

While the original Barbie has measurements of 36-18-33, Lamm’s Barbie is a much healthier 32-31-33.

The differences are clearly visible. Real girl doll’s neck is almost twice as wide as the original, with shorter legs and a slightly smaller head.

The artist and researcher set out to prove whether his realistic Barbie would still be as marketable as her infamous original. He photographed his model Barbie next to her original, photoshopping his work to make her coloring, packaging and clothing like the typical doll.

Speaking about his latest work, the artist said: “So, if there’s even a small chance of Barbie in its present form negatively influencing girls, and if Barbie looks good as an average sized woman in America, what’s stopping Mattel from making one?”

I would buy the real girl’s size doll for my daughter. Mattel, please, think about the idea! I am sure a lot of parents will be grateful worldwide.

Thank you for sharing with me this moment and our parent’s worries and hopes.

Dior Me

Published on July 2, 2013July 2, 2013 by Glorialana3 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Dior again. Dior was the iconic name almost for every Soviet woman. Happy circumstances had brought Dior to USSR in 1959. 14 years ago the War II was finished and the winner-USSR was in the process of restoring and, what is important, curing post traumatic pain. It was the time to remember about life, peaceful life.

The Khrushchev’s Thaw had changed many aspects of the Soviet life, and fashion was one of them. A “classic” cut of Dior suit was considered “ideologically neutral” by the Soviets, as well as stable and practical.

The colors of war were mixed up with dirty gray and bloody red. Dior was happily mixed up with the motley and lithe palette of the French fashion.

“Oh, I see the aliens!” We can smile now, but these faces still remember horrors of the war.

My grandmother was young and beautiful. She could be on this picture with my little mother on her hands.

My grandmother and mother usually copied a dresses from a rare magazines about fashion and they sew on the sewing machines at home. My promo dress was sew by them a la Dior!!!

I am happy because love to Dior was genetically grafted to my personality by two generations of beautiful and strong women. As for me to see the last Couture collection fall-winter’13/14 is sad.

Thank You for sharing this moment with me.

Glory to Life

Published on June 27, 2013December 8, 2014 by Glorialana23 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for the silence I am wrapped around by sweet sleeping of my daughter. I am feeling her breathing and listening the Glory Mass to Life playing by the orchestra and choir of my imagination.

Do.

The Ocean is beginning of life.

Breathing of waves is a rhythm of the Mass.

Whales are bass in our choir

All fishes sing in deep unison.

Re.

The Earth is our Mother.

She plays the piano solo.

Mountains and volcanos are

The piano keys. Her melody is Beauty.

Mi.

The Sun is Star

Its light is bright.

Sun rays are strings of Harp

The Universe loves.

Fa.

The Moon is singing Lullaby.

Her illuminating song feeds Dream

We have to turn into reality

Realizing the Potential.

Sol.

Flowers are Violins bows

Playing on the strings of rain.

Laughing and joking notes build

The tune which is your Smile.

Photo and caption by Angela Elder

La.

There is Music in the Air.

French Horns, Trombones

Tuba and Trumpets are singing

Because of Air in your lungs.

Si.

Hummingbirds and butterflies are

First Violins and Soprano

Glorifying in the Mass

Perfection of Life!

As rainbow’s spectrum together is white light, we are in the white Harmony of silence which is the truth and music of Glory Mass to Life.

Tuk tuk tuk – our hearts are beating in white shimmering light by rhythm of breathing Life. Thank you for listening your heart. Your heart is mine too.

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