Maslenitsa Mystery

Hello God!

Thank You for Maslenitsa!

We are celebrating this sun-festival during the last week before Great Lent and the most characteristic food of Maslenitsa is bliniGolden pancakes symbolize the sun, helping to warm the frozen earth, and by eating them, we receive a piece of its warmth and protection from evil.

This beautiful girl embodies Maslenitsa Mystery which Anton Chekhov describes in his “Blini”. And turning on the other side of my blin I am reading:

“Did you know that blini have been around for more than a thousand years, from the old, so-called Slavonic ab ovo – Latin, “from the egg”? They came into the light prior to Russian history, experienced it all from the beginning to the last page, and there is no doubt that, like the Samovar, they were thought up by a Russian mind.”

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“It is sad to think that these delicious circles of dough serve only narrow culinary and gastronomic purposes. …As for me, I am almost certain that the ever-talking old blini, in addition to being cooked and eaten, have other goals. Aside for heavy, indigestible dough, in them is hidden something higher, more symbolic, perhaps even prophetic… but what?

It is and remains a deep, impenetrable female mystery, which is as difficult to solve, as it is to get a bear to laugh. Yes, blini, their meaning and purpose – this is a female mystery, a mystery which man will not soon uncover. …

Since prehistoric times, Russian woman watches over this sacred secret, passing it from generation to generation, through none other than her daughters and granddaughters.”

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Barbie in the pancakes dress is the result of Maslenitsa Mystery.

“How are blini made? It is unknown. Only the distant future will know. We must, without thought or question, eat what we are served. This is a mystery!

I do not know what the process of making blini consists of, but mystery and gravity, with which the woman has furnished this rite, are somewhat familiar to me. There is a lot here that is mystical, fantastical and even spiritual. Seeing a woman baking blini, one might think that she’s summoning spirits or extracting dough from the philosopher’s stone”.

For today I suggest you to cook blini and, perhaps, Maslenitsa Mystery will be open to you.

Thank you for your pancakes. They are so delicious and I am feeling the light of your hands and heart fulfilling my essence with Maslenitsa Mystery.

 

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Seven Cherries

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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

 

2018 Full of Diamonds

Hello God!

Thank You for the New 2018!!!

A new child is named “Twenty Eighteen” and 4 fairies are blessing Him.

The fairies are from Diamonds Kingdom of Van Cleef and Arpeis.

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The Fairy of the Sun is blessing by the Light

The Diamonds of Sunlight are gifted to the child.

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The Fairy of the Moon is blessing by the Water

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The Fairy of the Time is blessing by the Moment

The Diamonds of Happiness are gifted to the child.

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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.

Happy New 2018 Full of Diamonds!

Macho Madrid

Hello God!

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”.

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Madrid is Macho.

He is tender with strong arms,

His huggings are precious,

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With my first step from the plane

Landing on the stage,

I am Jeniffer Lopez in red dress,

Feeling Macho Madrid’s embrace.Sky of Madrid.JPG

Walking by Grand Via

I am protected and loved

In the hands of Joaquín Cortés

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Spanish macho with tender duende

“mysterious power which everyone senses

and no philosopher explains,”

Great poet Lorca said.Maria.JPG

We are twirling and spinning,

It makes me cry with joy and love

Aaaaaaaa – How beautiful we are

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Music is resonating everywhere around

Walking and feeling the duende of Prado.

This soul is climbing up inside me,

from the soles of the feet.

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My eyes are loved by handsome dancer’s eyes,

I am hypnotized and entering the trance,

We are lost in the Kingdom

Where  Macho Madrid is the King.
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The dance is so pure, its strength fills my soul

Possessing my spirit, my mind,

I am feeling the essence of being…

But the time watcher is strict.
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Compás is the word for metre and time signature

This is compulsory and the dance is ended.

Flamenco with Macho Madrid I will continue

The red espadrilles are my gift from Him.

Thank you for your eyes and smiles. I am happy because of you, and sharing my dance with Macho Madrid was a great pleasure.

Please enjoy the video where Jennifer Lopez dances with  Joaquín Cortés. You will feel and understand my dance with Macho Madrid.

 

Mademoiselle Butterfat

Hello God!

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”.

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My dear friend, her name is Ollie Joy, is a beautiful and gentle cow.

She loves traveling and this is her last selfie

She took in Amsterdam.

I met her in Ventspils, Latvia, we introduced on the Parade of Cows.

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Ollie enjoys a new places and

Has a dream to visit all countries

She watches about at Discovery channel.

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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.

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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!

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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.Glamour Cow.jpg

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!

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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”.

Have a beautiful day!

 

 

Scheherazade Archipelago

Hello God!

Thank You for Rimsky-Korsakov.

What’s the surname! “Rimsky” in Russian means “Roman” and “Korsakov” is about “Korsak” means “steppe fox”, with this happy connection “Rimsky-Korsakov” two great persons, brothers Voin and Nicolai are inspiring me today.

Rimsky-Korsakov Archipelago was named after commander of schooner Vostok  – Voin Rimsky-Korsakov, I did not know about this fact and I am astonished by it. Voin was 22 years older than Nicolai. Nicolai is the great Russian composer, and I know where his music comes from. His brother was his navigator!

Can you imagine that the officer in the Imperial Russian Navy, then the civilian Inspector of Naval Bands is writing “Practical Manual of Harmony” and composing 16 operas and 17 works for symphony orchestra and difficultly countable chamber, piano music, romances! So it is all about Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov. 

I invite you to Scheherazade Archipelago, we are going to unknown enigmatic islands in the ocean of music.

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“Scheherazade” is a symphonic sea we are floating in with the fairy tales from “One Thousand and One Nights”. Her portrait by Pavel Ivanov (Paul Mak), Shéhérazade is impressed. The violin voice – voice of Scheherazade is mesmerising, please close your eyes, our journey begins!

The poem is structured in four movements, our islands of the archipelago, which originally were untitled but later were given names by Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s student Anatoly Lyadov.

We are immersed in the waters of the first island.

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The Sea and Sindbad’s Ship starts with the deep, formidable voice of the Sultan in the winds and strings, calling for his newest wife to entertain him. He convinced that all women are false and faithless, vowed to put to death each of his wives after the first nuptial night.

Scheherazade tries to save her life by entertaining her lord with fascinating tales, represented by a light, lyrical solo violin melody, begins to develop her tale.

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The next island is The Story of the Kalandar Prince opens with Scheherazade’s  violin line. The Kalandar was rich Prince who gets shipwrecked by a Magnet Mountain and had a lot of troubles with women and forty keys to the forty doors, Scheherazade will tell you someday.

New Land

The Young Prince and the Young Princess is about love story. The third island hugs us by the melody of youthfulness and joy. We are whirling in waltz, circling around beautiful man and woman in love.

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Arriving to the forth island we are celebrating  – Festival at Baghdad; the Sea; the Ship Goes to Pieces on a Rock Surmounted by a Bronze Warrior”.  The Sultan, consumed with curiosity, postponed from day to day the execution of his wife, and finally repudiated his bloody vow entirely. The Sultan falls in love with Scheherazade!

The finale is agitated, it seems every vibes around are full of joy, with every movement of  bows of strings and every breath of winds instruments we are full of love of life.

Thank you, for this gift to share with you this happiness to open unknown and beautiful. Our journey to Scheherazade Archipelago was fantastic experience!

 

H.C. Andersen, the Lifesaver

Hello God!

Thank You for Hans Christian Andersen. We all know what today’s date means, 9/11 is the symbol of our fear and fragility. We all need hope and something beautiful inside to keep our own life, and life around. Hans Christian Andersen is our lifesaver.

I invite you in Denmark, in Odense where Andersen born, and the museum, where I took the photos. It is a great pleasure to share with you a fairy tale by my eyes with the soul-wrapping-warming-hugging vibrations of the great man.  We are in absolute safety here and now.Hans Christian Andersen

In autobiographical “The Fairy Tale of My Life” H.C. Andersen writes, “My life is lovely story, happy and full of incident. If, when I was a boy, and went forth into the world poor and friendless, a good fairy had met me and said, “Choose now thy own course through life, and the object for which thou wilt strive, and then according to the development of thy mind and reason requires, I will guide and defend thee to its attainment,” my fate could not, even then, have been directed more happily, more prudently, or better.”

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“My native land, Denmark, is a poetical land, full of popular traditions, old songs and eventful history.

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The Danish islands are possessed of beautiful beech woods, and corn and clover fields. Upon one of these green islands, Funen, stands Odense, the place of my birth.

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Odense is called after the pagan god Odin, who, as tradition states, lived here.”

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Hans Christian Andersen was about 1.85 metres tall – 25 cm above the national average. The longlimbed tall man, the characteristic head with its deep-set eyes and the large nose did not come within the ideal for beauty that prevailed at the time.

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He was thought to be ugly, odd – yes, even repulsive – and his outward appearance attracted attention and made a clumsy, comical impression on most people. Those, however, was only the initial impression. Those who got to know the writer more closely gained a different impression. They found his face full of life and wit, his figure stately and his bearing elegant.

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Hans Christian Andersen was very fond of looking at himself in the mirror. This was not out of an inordinate love of finery, although he was very concerned about how he dressed. There are about 160 photographs of the writer, but not many of them resembled the actual man, was the opinion of his friends.

The reason was that Hans Christian Andersen tried to assume “a brilliant expression” when he posed for the photographer. I understand his “brilliant expression”, the son of a cobbler and washerwoman wrote, “I arrived with my small parcel in Copenhagen, a poor stranger of a boy, and today I have drunk my chocolate with the Queen, sitting opposite her and the King at the table.”Hans ans kids.JPG

Throughout his life, Hans Christian Andersen had a colossal imagination, something which the writer thought of as both a great gift and a curse. The most trifling criticism or reproof could disturb his spirits and hurt him deeply. Insignificant incidents were capable of stimulating his imagination to such an extent that he was afraid of becoming insane, like his grandfather before him.

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“Ideas lay in my thoughts like a seed corn, requiring only flowing steam, a ray of sunshine, a drop from the cup of bitterness, for them to spring forth and burst into bloom.”

“I have heaps material, more than for any kind of writing; it often seems to me as if every hoarding, every little flower is saying to me, “Look at me, just for a moment, and then my story will go right into you”, and then, if I feel like it, I have the story,” he said.

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Touching the genius of Hans Christian Andersen makes me happy. I remember my mother’s warm and calm voice reading “The Princess and the pea”, “They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.” I read Hans Christian Andersen’s stories for my daughter and I do hope my grandchildren will love its. A family blanket from our childhood is keeping happy memories about familiar and close voices, hands, and smells of milk with honey and a book of fairytales. This blanket is our shield  and life vest I am trying to enwrap you in warming your soul.

I am happy to suggest a film about the writer. Beautiful film is instead the devastating and depression world news for keeping souls and minds safe and beautiful.

“The history of my life will say to the world what is says to me – There is a loving God, who directs all things for the best” Hans Christian Andersen said. “God directs all things for the best,” I am repeating for myself and for you. We are in safety until a fairy tale lives in us.

Thank You, Hans Christian Andersen! You are our lifesaver.