Tag: Smile

Dark Twin

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Hello God!

Thank You for Halloween. We are in the town of Fear, where Horror pulls us down. Svetlana Bobrova, the photographer, helps you to see what I am writing about. So it is time to meet your daaaaark twin.

I am your Fear,

Your darkest twin brother.

Your body fills with a dreadful chill,

When I am near.

By why? I am your mirror.

Paralyzed? Oh, it is just the beginning.

Halloween Horror

Come to me and let me hug you!

Soon we’ll be one instead of two,

I shall take you with me into my woody coffin…

You turn the switch, seeking light.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! The bulb is dead.

We are alone tonight, my darling,

We are together.  No light came…

You think of going back to bed.

Antidepressants – please, do not forget!!!

Dark Twin

I take you under the ground,

I make you run and hide –

My ghosts are pale and white –

You sweat and tremble, Why?

Blood-sucking Vamps and zombies

Walk around… You scream!

“I am not dead. I am in my bed – not woody coffin!”

Your mind is drifting and whirling around…

Calm night

It is just a dream you can change every moment.

You are alive. Accept your dark twin, fear, you’ll find peace.

Happy psychotherapist is growing roses –

Antidepressants do not work, a smell of roses he prescribes!

Thank You for this possibility to meet my own dark twin. I am laughing with her, and we are a good company in smelling roses together. You can join.

Have a beautiful night!

 

50 days of silence

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Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to come back. I have never even suspected that coming back is so hard.

I am writing the 15th version of this post now due to the words are stumbling on each others. Its are in hurry to see Your beautiful smile. I missed You very much. I missed my wings which are Your reading eyes.

The wings that follow me

are breathing with my lungs

Breeze of your joy wakes me up

My dream was sweet…

But I want to be awaken

I want to be with You!

You see my angel on this amazing painting by Marina Chaikovskaya.

Silence

I have found a very nice book “Silence. The Mystery of Wholeness” by Cheryl Sanders-Sardello. Look what he writes, “The enormity of life’s tasks weigh and press on the day… they demand and insist on a constancy of attention that is relentless. Ah… but we are fortunate to have night’s solace – in the silence that is created by the dark”.

The Author continues, “Night… that melancholy time, when the stars remind us of the silence of God. Here we can remember the future and lean into the unknown, setting aside the oppressive weight of our carefully constructed version of who we think we are, and release that side of the pool. We can remember how to see in the dark… with our ears… perceiving the silence in its holy echoing and resonance, its calling forth a knowing that is from soul”.

“This silence sends us on a different pilgrimage. It guards the heart’s fire and teaches us to speak from within, with a language that is imbued with the sacred. Words thus nurtured in this holy silence fly forth with the wings of joy, and return to lead us back to the silence from which they were born.” What a beautiful words! The sounds of Chopin’s nocturne are in my ears.

Silence is a treatment for soul. And as a therapy by drugs silence demands the particular dosage. You know silence is seductive and narcotic. Overdosing is dangerous.

Once I had found myself as a fly trapped in a spider’s web. I do hope I have escaped the web by the wings that follow me. You are my wings. Thank You for my awakening.

Margarita, The Ship

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Hello God!

Thank You for today! Today is the significant day. 6 years ago I received a tiny ship named by Margarita from an angel’s hands in a white robe.

It happened at 9.45 am in the morning. Under epidural anaesthesia through bright light of medical lamp or it was sun light or the sum of the whole light of the Universe I had seen my daughter at the first time.

The song of the first cry of my child was breathtaking and indescribably beautiful. The orchestra of new life was playing Magnificat in C-Dur and I remember the Solo Soprano voice of Angel Anastasia: “Good morning! I am a neonatologist. Everything is all right with your child. My congratulations!”

Michael Cheval, the artist, illustrates on the paintings “On the Way of Destiny” my today’s thoughts.

Margarita, The Ship

The happiest moment of my life is

When I became a mother.

I have received a tiny ship

Named by Margarita from angel’s hands

In white-white robe.

My single aim is to deliver her to the Ocean…

The orchestra plays magnificent Magnificat in C-Dur by Telemann. Do you hear the first inspiration of a new life?

We love and enjoy our beautiful Way of Destiny. Happy Birthday, Margarita!

Thank You for this possibility to share our Way. Have a happy day!

Breeze of Tenderness

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I am lying on grass of sweet meadow. I feel beauty of July on my cheeks. Have a happy and sunny July!

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Hello God!

Thank You for the breeze of tenderness I am feeling on my cheek now.

…Serene shore in silent morning
Orchids of orange joy
Lovers as natural as waves
Children laughing in the breeze
Ships as mystical as stars
How can I make you feel beautiful?..

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The interrupted sleep by Francois Boucher, 1750

Have a tender weekend!

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Sky Amigurumi

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Hello God!

Thank You for Your Fibers we all are knitted and come from. I even see You on the sky and observe how You are knitting us from Sun and Moon light fibers. All the while, click… click… click… go the knitting needles.

My today’s inspiration comes from a tiny wool knitted doll I have found between my daughter’s toys. The doll is so warm and radiates a happy vibrations of unknown creator. The thought “We all are knitted” have embraced my mind and you see the result of this happy hug.

The photos are from amigurumi forum. Did you know that amigurumi is the Japanese art of knitting or crocheting small toys?

King and Queen

God sits knitting

In the carriage of a clouds.

His golden needles

As swallow birds twitter.

They sparkle and glimpse

In divine Harmony,

Universe pulsates.

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With the perfect rhythm of the wheels –

Beating ceaselessly as metronome

God sits knitting and

Strips of tiny loops create

An eyes like dewdrops

And smiling Life is born!

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We all are knitted on the heavens

The Sun, the Moon, the Ocean

The Earth – Lights are the fibers

We are created by, with Master’s Love.

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We are the Masterpiece

We are the same.

The video below reminds us we are connected but the very fiber we are keeping on now is not endless.

Sky Amigurumi is the greatest art in the Universe and the Master plays perfectly.

Thank You for our connection – it is happiness to feel your eyes now. I am smiling now, know you are with me.

Valentina Seagull

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Hello God!

Thank You for today. On June 16, 1963, at the age of 26, Valentina Tereshkova became the first woman to fly in space!

Valentina spent almost three days in space and orbited Earth 48 times. She conducted biomedical and science experiments to learn about the effects of space on the human body, took photographs that helped identify aerosols in the atmosphere and manually piloted the ship. Her call sign for the flight was Chaika (Seagull). Chaika

“If women can be railroad workers in Russia, why can’t they fly in space?”  Valentina explained the decision to fly in space. After several months of intensive and secretive training, she was nominated and confirmed by Nikita Khrushchev himself to become the first woman in space.

“Hey, sky! Take off your hat, I’m coming!” she said in the seconds prior to liftoff.

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“Ya Chaika, Ya Chaika [I am Seagull]! I see the horizon […] This is the Earth; how beautiful it is. Everything goes well.”

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Valentina Seagull has a nest. She gave birth to daughter Yelena, who was the first person to have both a mother and father who had traveled into space.

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“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” –  I am reading in “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach now.

“You will see the way to fly” – we see the sense of the words embodied in Valentina Tereshkova Monument at the site of Vostok 6 landing.

Thank You for flying with me.

 

June-Louis Jazz

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Hello God!

Thank You for Summer and happy sounds of music playing in every souls and hearts celebrating the most wonderful season in year. As for me this music is jazz syncopated tune of “Hello Dolly” by Louis Armstrong.

Miracle has just happened – I have met the Angel of Louis Armstrong and his divine jazz band!  The Angel’s name is June Armstrong!

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Do you recognise him? I did it from the first sight. Marina Chaikovskaya, the artist, has created the angel and I have met Louis Amstrong’s soul in him. The experience is astonishing and I am happy to share it with you. Please, see in these soulfully closed eyes and his living trumpet – the Angel’s inspiration reflects in your own lungs!

You know it is extremely difficult to write about jazz. How to describe something aural we can simply feel. He plays jazz and lives in his music. We are happily dancing with the Angel of Louis. That June-Louis knows how to agitate every our cells!

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June-Louis’s band is supporting divine rhythmical motion and structure of our whole world. We respond with our bodies and our feelings.

As life jazz is built on the unexpected. Louis Armstrong says “My whole life has been happiness. Through all my misfortunes, I did not plan anything. Life was there for me, and I accepted it. And life, whatever came out, has been beautiful to me, and I love everybody.” Accepting life in the full gamma in major and minor is a good lesson from divine June-Louis jazz band we can learn.

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“We have all the time in the world
Just for love
Nothing more, nothing less
Only love

Only love.” Louis Armstrong is singing and we are his chorus the Angel with a trumpet is conducting…

Thank you for feeling and singing the song. Summer promises to be very happy. We will enjoy June!

Miss Melancholetta

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Hello God!

Thank You for Miss Melancholetta! The saddest girl in the world was my company for last two weeks.

First week in her hugs was wonderful. We were walking without an umbrellas under spring rain and listening Chopin’s preludes. The most relevant to our mood was Prelude No.15 known as the “Raindrop” prelude. I even had found my old sheets of the Prelude and played it to my guest Miss Melancholetta. As for me the piece is difficult, lasting between five and seven minutes, this is the longest of the preludes and a pianist has to be in balanced condition as in balancing asanas in yoga practice. Balancing mood especially in my gust’s company is not my strong side.

We were declaiming a poems, of course, and because we are girls, about love for whole week. Our favourite is Love by Pablo Neruda:

Rose

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Tulip

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreparable harm.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

“Oh, love! It’s so sweet, but it’s so painful, Melodramatic mood is my specialisation!” Melancholetta said when we were drying each other’s tears. A tears as raindrops… Chopin knows.

Second week with my guest was look like I was trapped. Miss Melancholetta were desperately inviting me to her old grandmother Madam Depression. I could not allow her to deliver me to Madam Depression (due to it is really, really expensive) and we made an agreement: I write a post about her and I am free.

So I am free now. Thank you, Miss Melancholetta for your sweet company. I am really grateful for your visit.

When you feel sad, please, know Miss Melancholetta has visited you. Enjoy her company for a while but do not let her to introduce you with Madam. You know who she is.

Have a happy weekend!

Spring Tales

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Walk with me a while, beneath the creamy blossom trees, and I’ll tell you a tale or two about Spring and her vibrant magic. She stretches her arms wide, and pushes the cold and the darkness out to the edges of the world. In the space she creates, light and warmth pour in, and life pulses through in waves of green leaves and frothy flowers.

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Each flower, each leaf, of the millions born each day, is a child of the light flowing like a cresting wave across the dark earth. Seeming to defy the laws of physics, spring summons their growth from the utter stillness of winter. The momentum is unstoppable and the energy of growth seems endless, as blossom after blossom bursts overhead. Imagine the power which must rest within each brown branch, hidden and resting through the dark months of winter.

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Glory to Life

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Happy Earth Day!

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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.

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Re.

The Earth is our Mother.

She plays the piano solo.

Mountains and volcanos are

The piano keys. Her melody is Beauty.

Re
Mi.

The Sun is Star

Its light is bright.

Sun rays are strings of Harp

The Universe loves.

Mi
Fa.

The Moon is singing Lullaby.

Her illuminating song feeds Dream

We have to turn into reality

Realizing the Potential.

Fa
Sol.

Flowers are Violins bows

Playing on the strings of rain.

Laughing and joking notes build

The tune which is your Smile.

Sol

La.

There is Music…

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