Thank You for Glorialana. She is 5 y.o. today and I invite you to sing “Happy Birthday to you, Glorialana!” So let’s celebrate! The party is in my heart! The doors open and all my friends are here! All my friends!!!
Celeste Rapone in her paintings is expressing exactly my feelings now. All rooms in my heart look like you see below.
You are always here.
This place is in my heart.
I have never seen you
I simply feel your eyes.
You are always here
When I am lazy or lost
I am really sorry for silence
And thank you for your words.
You are always here
With the pulse of my heart
Your smiles and comments
Make the beating fast.
My dearest friends, Linda, Sue, Claudia, Robin, Brenda, Veraiconica, Sindy, all my friends, thank you very much for your eyes and smiles, friendship and support. In my every post “Hello, God!” I am greeting you. I have find a very heart touching animation about how we are important for each other.
After watching, we’ll drink a glass of champagne Clorialana is 5 y.o. Cheers!
Thank You for the pond I am sitting around enjoying sparkling games of multicolored koi fishes. Sachi’s paintings show you the pictures I am having in my eyes right now in a very beautiful and fascinating manner.
Today’s story is from Japan. It is about cool koi who decided to swim upstream to attain enlightenment and was transformed into a flying dragon.
A long time ago, the water of the blue river that flowed from the sky, and the golden river that flowed from the land were separated by the legendary Dragon’s Gate.
Amongst all the inhabitants of their water, the Koi family were the most beautiful of all, gleaming in the sunlight like brilliant stars. The black one was father Koi, the blue one was mother Koi, and their little son was a remarkable deep red colour.
What the little Koi fish wanted more than anything was to reach the waters of the blue river. He began to swim upstream against the current. The other fish felt discouraged and thought it would be easier to swim with the current and didn’t trouble themselves to find out what was beyond the waterfall because the gods set traps to trick them.
But our brave cool Koi kept on swimming upstream. He was so tired but not for a moment did he feel like giving up.
When the Koi had summoned all his strength for one last jump, the God of the Waters called out to the waves and the fish’s jump raised him up to the summit, allowing him to cross to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate and reach the water of the blue river.
So it was that, because he never give up, the Koi was able to jump over to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate where he disappeared into the fog and emerged as a beautiful dragon.
You see the story in this one minute animation.
Thank you for your beautiful company. We are happily sharing this very moment and floating freely in the river of life. As Cool Koi we have strength, courage and perseverance to go against the current and overcome difficulties.
Thank You for Monday. A working week begins and I suggest to warm up our brain by a kids riddle.
Who swims in the water, but isn’t a fish?
Who whistles and chirps, but isn’t a bird?
Who loves to jump, but isn’t a frog?
Who makes the Ocean dance, but isn’t God?
It is not difficult, is it? Meganne Forbes, the painter, creates unique portraits of our friends – dolphins.
Did you know that India’s Ministry of Environment and Forests has officially recognized dolphins as non-human persons, whose rights to life and liberty must be respected. Dolphinariums are banned in India!
Dr Thomas White, an ethics expert, said: “The similarities between cetaceans (marine mammals) and humans are such that they, as we, have an individual sense of self. The science has shown that individuality, consciousness, self awareness is no longer a unique human property.”
So if dolphins are persons we should use “he” or “she” instead of “it” in our describing.
Dolphins dance in two elements.
They must live in both – water and air.
They must dance by pair
Expressing their feelings,
Catching the moment
To begin a new life!
We live in the same Ocean
Making the Ocean dance.
Kindness, Openness, Warmness,
The music of our hearts
We are all dancing by.
I highly recommend to watch the animation you see below. I love “Girl and Dolphin” from my early childhood. You will touch my heart and newly born emotion makes our Ocean dance!
We watch in awe, every time, never tiring of the spectacle.
Dolphins dance and we learn how to live in the Dancing Ocean.
Thank You for this very moment when I have a happy possibility to write to you a story feeling your light breath and beautiful eyes. Your heart is beating with mine in unison – we live and have a miraculous life!
Just as a life is made of days, so are days made of moments. There are a thousand tiny miracles that punctuate our days. Flora Forager has blessed my today by her beautiful art and I am here to bless yours.
The prince August is on his galloping horse. He is in love, he is in hurry to save her. The prince are kissing his princess…
“Wake up, my Princess! Wake up, Glorialana! I am the prince. My name is August. You were enchanted by evil Baba Yaga. My younger brothers, the prince June and the prince July, were not strong enough to awake you. My kiss is awaking. My love is true.
I am here to take you to Paris on the wings of love.”
“Est-ce vous, mon prince? Vous vous êtes bien fait attendre – Are you my prince? You’ve kept me waiting a long time” the princess said.
The prince August charmed by her words… He knows how to express his joy. He promises happiness in every moment!
This summer rain
I am bringing to you
Tender petals of drops
Kissing your lips.
We are riding a bike,
We are flying on our own.
We are singing with the wind
Dancing on our happy faces.
We have ice cream,
The best in Paris
Bubble-gum pink,
It is sweet and yummy.
Tea pot is on,
The cups are waiting,
Mint flavor is refreshing
Nightgale sings, the moment is perfect.
I wake up and celebrate the moment! Thank you, the prince August for your magical kiss.
A life well lived is firmly planted in the sweet soil of moments. The prince August have kissed our lips and his touch promises happiness. We need just unwrap his hidden treasures by open a simple moment.
Thank You for the huge vase of lavender and deep purple lilacs standing on the table near my computer where I am writing to you. I have chosen these spring paintings by Ekaterina Grebenkina to visualize the vase.
With the lilac’s dazzling scent and tender touching of tiny flowers on my face Lilac legends are for today…
The English common name “lilac” is from the French lilac. The Latin word for lilac is syringa. The genus name Syringa is derived from Greek “syrinx”, meaning a hollow tube or pipe.
According to Greek mythology Syrinx was a Naiad Nymph of the River Ladon in Arkadia in southern Greece.
Sad love story we see on this painting “Pan et Syrix” by French painter Edmund Dulac.
As told by the Roman poet Ovid in the Metamorphoses, the lusty satyr Pan eagerly pursued the wood nymph Syrinx. Guarding her virtue, she ran until she reached a river and desperately begged her sisters of the stream to transform her. Just as Pan was about to embrace her, Syrinx changed into a lilac, also called a reed-tree or pipe-tree.
When Pan discovered that he was holding nothing but a tiny lilac flowers, he sighed in disappointment, causing the wind to blow through its. He was enchanted by the sound, believing it to be the mournful cry of his beloved Syrinx. He fashioned a set of pipes so that he could have her with him always…
Another legend tells how the lilac flowers came into being when Spring drove away snow from the fields and raised the sun higher – a rainbow appeared. Spring then gathered sunbeams and rainbow colors and scattered them to Earth. Where white and violet colors fell, small fragrant pale lavender flower bushes appeared. In other places where white colors fell, there were white lilac bushes.
Lilac brings enchantment and faithfulness to us. Let’s enjoy lilac blooming and legends with romantic Rahmanihoff!
Thank You very much for sharing with me this fantastic lilac experience and knowledge. This very moment when I am feeling your beautiful and smiling eyes is inspiring and promising. We are blooming together as lilac bushes.
Thank You for my Granny. Her name is Nadezhda and she is 87 y.o. “Nadezhda” means hope. And today, in Victory Day, I am kneeling to my grandmother to say “Thank You, Granny!”
On 9 May 2015 we commemorate the 70th anniversary of the capitulation of Nazi Germany in 1945. The Victory Day Parade marks Victory in the Second World War at the Eastern Front, on the same day as the signing of the German act of capitulation to the Allies in Berlin, at midnight of May 9, 1945.
My grandmother is the keeper of the tree of my family’s life. This idea is inspiring for my daughter and she has painted the picture as a present to her grand-grand mother on Victory Day.
In 1945 my grandmother was 17 y.o. She is a child of the war…
Because of her tears the roots of our tree are kept alive.
Thank You, dear Granny, for Peace and this beautiful May we are living in now. Thank You, Granny, for blooming flowers in your garden we are nurturing with love from our hearts. Thank You, dear Granny, for the gift of hope we are inheriting from You.
Thank You for my cone of stracciatella I am licking now! As for me and it has deep roots from my childhood true Spring begins from a cone of ice-cream without a threat of laryngitis.
Vanilla ice cream with small, delicious shreds of dark chocolate – mmmm, it is mouthwatering. With this epitome of perfect taste I am happy to invite you in Bergamo, Northern Italy, where the door to the single place where you can try original taste of Stracciatella Gelato opens!
Gelato is the Italian word for ice cream, derived from the Latin word “gelātus” (meaning frozen). What differentiates gelato from ice cream is its dense, yet super creamy texture. This is mainly the result of two things: gelato is churned so that very little air is incorporated, so it’s less fluffy than ice cream; two, gelato at the gelaterias is stored at a higher temperature than most ice cream, so even though its dense it doesn’t freeze solid – like many ice creams left too long in the freezer.
The story of Stracciatella Gelato begins here on Largo Colle aperto 2/4, Bergamo, in cafe “La Marianna”. Please, come in and seat at the table you like.
“La Marianna” is a strong family-run business, and in Italy it means that father has unlimited power to involve his children to help than to live by the business. Enrico Panattoni, the youngest son, was responsible for stirring eggs in the soup-like dish called “Stracciatella”. “Stracciare” means “to shred” or “to tear up” in Italian and, indeed, that is how the soup looks after stirring some beaten eggs with some cheese in a good chicken broth.
The soup was the main dish in the menu of “La Marianna” in 60’s. The cafe was mecca for “Stracciatella” soup. But Enrico Panattoni was sad – every customer wanted to eat only the soup.
“It seems I have to stir eggs for the end of my life” he thinks even not asking a new client what he or she would like to order. Enrico was sure all clients want to eat this damn soup!
It happened in April in 1961. A girl had changed everything! This girl in a silk vanilla color blouse and dark chocolate-brown skirt in soft cream suede ballerina shoes opened “La Marianna”s door and Miracle had smiled to Enrico! He floated in her eyes and he knew she would not order the soup. She would order something different. “I would like, mmm, I want, I will, ge-la-to. Yeas, I would like a cone of gelato” the girl made her choice.
“Tuk, tuk, tuk – I hear every beat of my heart” Enrico happily noticed. “My dream, my old dream is on the way to its realization. Today I am going to present my creation. This girl will try my Stracciatella Gelato!”
After various and repeated experiments in tight secret from father, Enrico Panattoni created a particular gelato. His method of “drizzling in” melted chocolate creates the characteristic shreds – when melted chocolate hits the cold vanilla ice cream base it immediately hardens and breaks into small, brittle shreds – which are dispersed throughout the ice cream during the churning. The melted chocolate just remember the egg congeals into the boiling broth of the soup “Stracciatella”.
“You have to give a name to this delight and then … why not call it as one of the most popular dish of the restaurant “La Marianna”, “Stracciatella”?” happy Enrico had just prepared the cone of his creation to the girl.
The girl was beautiful. April tender breeze was playing in her hairs and her lips had touched the cone of gelato – Enrico’s creation! Do you know what happened with the girl and Enrico? For romantic Italian boy the lips which tried his creation at the first time became the single lips he kissed every day in their happy marriage.
Enrico Panattoni held tightly the original recipe, which is still a family secret – no patent, no copyright, people arrive to “La Marianna” to try “Vera Stracciatella”!
Stracciatella Gelato prepared according to the original recipe here. That Stracciatella which is still produced with vertical machines (the famous Carpigiani L40 with tinned copper bell and wet brine) with simple ingredients such as fresh milk, egg yolks, sugar, cream, gelatin and alginate sodium as a stabilizer. Chocolate coverage today is the Lindt dark chocolate with 58% cocoa.
I strongly recommend to buy a cone of Stracciatella Gelato in the nearest gelateria. You will understand what I am telling here about. Thank You for your pleasure!
Thank You for the 1st day of April. I invite you to celebrate today in charming French custom concerning this holiday.
The story goes that in 1564, King Charles IX of France passed the Edict of Roussillon, decreeing that henceforth the year would begin on January 1, instead of April 1. But some people failed to hear about the change and continued to celebrate the New Year on April 1. Therefore, people played pranks on them, making them April fools.
In France the fish is the primary symbol of April Fool’s Day. The association with fish is a bit enigmatic, but likely has its origin in the plentitude of young and easy-to-capture fish found in their rivers in April.
During that time, the 1st of April coincided with the end of Lent when the Church forbade Christians to eat meat. Fish was tolerated and was often used in the offering of gifts for the New Year.
Ha, ha, ha “April Fish!” I have tagged a paper fish on your back and we are happily laughing with French children and adults who are tricking each other in the same way.
Undrinkable juice I have prepared by adding gelatine,
I caramelised an onions instead of an apples,
I added green colour in the pack of milk,
Today is April Fish Day! Let’s celebrate!
You know to see happy laughing eyes of my family and friends is the greatest happiness I can imagine and wish for myself and for you!
I invite you to share our today’s laughing by watching The Cat Concerto. Jerry is the Master of a pranks!
Thank You for this possibility to play the Game. We live in the digital world and the Game called Life runs by numbers and codes. The wi-fi sport in my apartment are spreading the waves of Internet and the avatar of Glorialana is online. We are all online and we are all in the Game. Numbers are the filed of our game and every thought, emotion, even every blink of eyes have the code, unique and specific code.
Last week was tough. The crash of Germanwings plane in the French Alps with 150 people on board was activated by the code of the number of the flight – 4U9525. This code is about the conscious or unconscious will to kill. The plane’s co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz, was the matrix of the concentrated pure code 4U9525.
And we are all responsible for building this matrix.
Activating of the code starts from the very beginning. Pregnancy is often portrayed as a time of great joy, but that’s not the reality for all women. At least one in ten pregnant women suffers from bouts of depression.
“Should I keep a baby if he does not love and support me? Am I good enough for a baby? I afraid what my parents say!” – billion of negative voices of pregnant women together with their doubtful partners make the code to circulate. The program of the will to kill 4U9525 is loading. We are building the matrix …
Let’s go farther. Parent is keeping hand of his child in one hand and a bottle of vodka in another. He is drunk, he is alcoholic. Do you ever feel ashamed, embarrassed or confused about your parent’s drinking? Could you remember what the main emotion you felt is? I remember – hate.
Child’s heart does not know any compromises. His hate is the most powerful trigger of the code of the will to kill 4U9525.
“Hurry on!!! How long am I going to wait for you! You are as ugly as tortilla I want to kick by my foot!!!” screaming mother pushes her little son when he has stopped to feel a butterfly’s wings on his cheek. Instead he feels a tears on his cheek, he is an ugly tortilla, mother said.
“Mother is always right – I do not deserve her love, I am bad”, hopeless and helpless were born in a child’s brain. The code of the will to kill 4U9525 is activated.
Every thought has the price. Every voice has the code.
We are responsible for building the matrix of the will to kill – 4U9525. Andreas Lubitz is our own creation and reflection. Sorry, but we have to face it and to understand that we are powerful to build a different matrixes with the codes of love, appreciation, tenderness, understanding whatever we choose.
We live in the Game where numbers are the field of everything. Please remember about the code 4U9525. 150 lives are the price of our memory.
Just breath and count 1-2-3 when some negative thought or emotion penetrates in your brain, and create a code of love! Together we shall build a matrixes you see here on the pictures by Sienna Morris drawing in numberism technique. We live by numbers and codes and draw with its our beautiful works of art in our Game called Life.
Thank You for your beautiful smiling eyes, we have just created a new code of joy.
Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!
Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!
The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.
Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!
A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!
Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!
More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..
Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…
Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!
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