I am blessed by a possibility to invite you to Gallerie dell’Accademia in Venice where I have found the Muse Polyhymnia! The Muse inspires us to write and sing a Hymn to Easter! Hymn to Life! Polyhymnia – greek “the one of many hymns”, also spelt Polymnia. Muse Polymnia is the creation by Italian sculpture Antonio Canova.
“The most heavenly serenity and calm to be fond in the face of this statue, the elegant and youthful forms of which are united to an overall majesty that is fitting for a Muse”, writes Leopoldo Cicognara in Lettera Sulla Musa Polimnia
“Polyhymnia is on a hinge where she turns with the breath of air that blows when a windows is opened, and the pressure of the little finger of a damsel produces a marvelous effect”.
The effect is in the lifting of the energy to live and to create, celebrating Easter in a happy new way. We are inspired by beautiful Muse.
All creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and with us sing
alleluia, alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver moon with softer gleam,
O praise him, O praise him,
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
A writer of hymns is known as a hymnodist. We are all a hymnodists now. Inspired by Polyhymnia let’s go at the table with a pen in a hands or with harp, lyre and lute. We are creating the Life in an infinite ways.
And you now “It should be simple and metrical in form, genuinely emotional, poetic and literary in style, spiritual in quality, and in its ideas so direct and so immediately apparent as to unify a congregation while singing it”.
Happy Easter! May the Muse Polymnia inspires You for Today and always!
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.
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…”
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!
Thank You for my Angel of Violets who lives in the pod of violets on the windowsill of my kitchen. I am drinking a cup of coffee and he begins to speak with me.
“My dear friend! Do you know that the tender flowers you see are the symbols of rising above challenges? By the way, despite you often forget watering its, violets thrive in the toughest conditions. And now you are observing the miracle: In all beginnings dwells a magic force for guarding us and helping us to live” smiling Angel whispers.
“Why are you so sad? Why did you forgеt that you are the luckiest person in the world because you can speak with me, Angel of Violets? You know Hermann Hesse and Johann Sebastian Bach had such ability to speak with me and they will help you to understand how to transform your sadness to happiness. Listen attentively!” the Angel inspires and sings the poem “Stages” by Herman Hesse.
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces…
“I am the Cosmic Spirit living in your kitchen, in the pod of violets. For today and your new beginning inspire, sing and play Bach’s genius joke, and live and love your Way” my Angel smiles.
You know we are all gifted and blessed to see and speak with angels. And they are always near us and we need just to clear our eyes and see the wonderful miraculous reality we all live in. Thank You, my Angel of Violets for opening my eyes, thank You for Hesse and Bach.
Speaking with an angel, drinking coffee, listening Bach – what’s the beautiful beginning! What’s the happiest Monday! Wish You the same, my dear friend!
Today I am hugging the Summer with Golden Goodbye from my heart. My Summer is Sandy Goddess in a sparkling sandy dress with oceanic breathing and pine trees perfume. Her name is la Duna du Pilat. She is a French woman with unforgettable charm.
La Duna du Pilat is the tallest sand dune in Europe. It is located in La Teste-de-Buch in the Arcachon Bay area, France, 60 km from Bordeaux. I am blessed by touching her sandy sparkling dress and feeling her waves.
La Dune du Pilat has a volume of about 60,000,000 m³, measuring around 500 m wide from east to west and 2.7 km in length from north to south. Its height is currently 110 meters above sea level. She is an impressive and gigantic.
La Duna is my Summer Sandy Mother
I am her happy smiling child,
I love her bright and clear colors,
I am drawing with her face and eyes.
She is a miracle – a granule of sand
Embracing the eternity of life
Where all times are waiving, flying
As a butterflies of delta planes.
La Duna is a French woman,
Her charming smile is promising a gift.
The Arcachon’s Golden Candy she presents
For all of us – I have brought it to you!
Unwrap the candy and enjoy the gift you are blessed by the Summer.
La Duna is my Summer Goddess and wavering my Golden Goodbye to her is a little sad. But with her help I understand the impermanence of all things. I write to her a secret message in the sand, Atlantic Ocean carries my words to all of us, whispering to your ears “I Love You!”
We all know her story but nothing about her marriage with Prince Charming. Today’s morning I have found the continuation of her story in the wonderful poem “Cinderella’s Diary” by Ron Koertge. With these Vogue illustration I am happy to share it.
“I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say,
but it’s true. The prince is so boring: four
hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Again. The page who holds the door is cute
enough to eat. Where is he once Mr. Charming
kisses my forehead goodnight?
Every morning I gaze out a casement window
at the hunters, dark men with blood on their
boots who joke and mount, their black trousers
straining, rough beards, calloused hands, selfish,
abrupt…
Oh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
those insufferable birds, someone in every
room with a lute, the queen calling me to look
at another painting of her son, this time
holding the transparent slipper I wish
I’d never seen”.
Cinderella is running to step-mother’s hands even faster than she was in hurry to Prince Charming. Cinderella’s story in this film is beautiful but you know we should be careful what we wish for.
Thank you for your smiling eyes and light breath, it is great pleasure to feel them for me. Have a beautiful day!
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.
Ollie was named by her famous grandmother –Elm Farm Ollie,
Grandmother adventures are around the airplane flight
She took on Feb. 18, 1930, to the International Aircraft Exposition at St. Louis.
Because she was such an unusually productive dairy cow —
And required three daily milkings —
She was put to work in-flight.
As the story goes, she ate her usual feed and produced 24 quarts of milk!
She inspired to create lyric opera, “Madame “Butterfat”.
It tells the tale of one Farmer Brown, whose farm was about to go under.
A couple of salesmen offered him money for Elm Farm Ollie
So that they could fly her in a plane and milk her.
Farmer Brown loved the cow but had no choice; he sold her.
The men planned to sell the milk with big price and have a lot of money,
but Ollie said that if the men didn’t give the milk to the needy,
“I’ll make the biggest cow pie that you have ever seen
So follow well my orders or I will be obscene.”
Sensibly, they complied.
Ha-ha-ha! What’s the girl!
Two girls are talking on the bench.
I love the story of her grandmother –
“Sing we praises of that moo cow,
Airborne once and ever more,
Kindness, courage, butter, cream cheese,
These fine things we can’t ignore.”
We are singing “Bovine Cantata in B flat,”
Please enjoy the opera and love your breakfast creating your own masterpiece, singing and laughing about everything you see! As I love my “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.
Polyhymnia – greek “the one of many hymns”, also spelt Polymnia. Muse Polymnia is the creation by Italian sculpture 
Oh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
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