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Huggiving Day

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Hello God!

Thank You for the hugs we give for each other. Today is Thanksgiving and Huggiving Day I have announced!

A hug is a form of physical intimacy, universal in human communities, in which two or more people put their arms around the neck, back, or waist of one another and hold each other closely.

Spreading a little good in the world I give you my hug by the photos  you see now. Anyone worth meeting is worth hugging. And I am enormously happy to have this moment to hug you and imagine your smile and feel the beat of your heart.

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Let’s face the truth – we all have and enjoy our hand-held devices more often than hug our people. Our hands are too busy with these perfect tools for cutting us off from any human contact.

Please, just put the phone in your pocket. Log off your computer. Remove your iPod headphones. I suggest to free our hands and go reaching out and hugging people. Today.

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Doing little thing to touch a heart or a life changes the world forever. Shining a light on goodness spreads good in the world. Sharing love with another nurtures love around the world.

I am writing this post because I hope to change your life for the better, even if only for a moment, this very precious moment. And you know my own life is changed too. Thank you very much for your hands and warmness I am feeling now.

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“Genuine hugs give people freedom to be audaciously caring. They are an act of pure human love, and they give people new ways to build bridges, heal hurts, and put a little more joy in the lives of those we touch. No one should go hugless. Hugs are free. And best of all: when you hug, you get hugged back” I am reading in “The 10 Essential Hugs of Life” by Roy Spence.

Happy Huggiving Day!

 

Halloween EV3

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Hello God!

Thank You for today. Today is Halloween and we are celebrating tonight with our new EV3.

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The Grand Hotel is calm and sleepy,

When the Horror knocks the door.

EV3 is the scariest robot,

It is from the Dark Planet.

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The Halloween Party was unforgettable…

Happy Halloween!

Wall of Wishes

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Hello God!

Thank You for an enormous ways for making our wishes come true.

Yesterday I with my daughter were conductors of one from billions those ways. We were responsible for the Wall of Wishes in the park where New School Year celebration was hold.  Children were suggested to write on a paper palm their wishes and dreams for coming year.

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Children were active because of believing in the magic Wall we declared.

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Write it on a colourful palm and put in on the Wall. Kind and powerful wizards, enchanters, charmers from all possible and impossible worlds are gathered here for to come true your wishes and dreams .

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I dream about little dog. I dream about little sister. I wish my grandfather is well. My team is the best and we will win the season. Our teachers are kind. My papers have excellent marks. All tests I will pass brilliantly. Prestigious University is waiting for me. I wish peace and everything the best for everyone.

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The rainbow cover of children’s wishes and dreams fulfilled The Wall of Wishes very fast. I invite you to join us. Close your eyes, make a wish and touch the Wall on the screen you see now. Who knows – there are enormous ways, perhaps this is the one.

And I am singing for you my favourite song “Dream Big” by Ryan Shupe:

“And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
Cause when you dream it might come true.
For when you dream, dream big.”

Thank you for your smiling eyes and your cordial dream you are thinking about now touching our Wall of Wishes.

Please, remember, every night before falling asleep, stare at the sky, and keep your dream alive!

 

 

Master Pen

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Hello God!

Thank You for today. The 1st of September is Day of Knowledge we are celebrating with a bouquet of flowers for a teachers and a bottle of champagne for parents. New school year has just begun!

My daughter goes to class of third graders. She likes her pen and has just created poem about it:

“My Master Pen, You look like on Magic Wand. Sometimes my letters are dancing as ballerinas, sometimes as hippopotamuses”. I tell you a secret mostly hippopotamuses are in her papers.

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Today I have introduced my daughter with Jake Weidmann and I am happy to share with you his fantastic calligraphy.

Jake Weidmann is the 11th Master Penman in the world!

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“I took it upon myself to really work obsessively on my handwriting everybody else in school had their laptops out in there are typing away and I had a pen in a pad of paper.

I practice a lot of different art forms but I particularly mix calligraphy into my artwork to give both the words and the pictures more life and a stronger message”, Jake says.The Ocean of Knowledge

Researchers have shown that children who know how to write by hand learn to read faster.  “When we write, a unique neural circuit is automatically activated,” neuroscientists say.

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“Handwriting is a movement skill. Try writing your name and address with eyes closed, most people are able to do it quite easily, this is because the movements of your hand when writing are firmly established in your movement memory because you have made them so often.. This is why children need to practise handwriting movements correctly and often” educators from Cambridge University say.

Dear Pen, Master Pen! Be my friend! Be my helper!

Teach me the joy of taking you to paper.

I write my soul by you. I express ballet of letters in my papers with you…

Happy New School Year!

 

 

Kupalinka Song

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Hello God!

Thank You for Kupala today. We celebrate Kupala Night or Kupalle in Belorussian, one of the oldest folk holidays dedicated to the sun and water. Kupalinka, daughter of the god Kupala and the Earth opens the door to the magic time.

It is the only time of the year when Mother Nature reveals its secrets and the only time when trees speak and even move and when witches gather. White witches, of course.

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Kupalinka discovers some interesting facts about her father –  Jacob Grimm in his book Teutonic Mythology (1835) notes that the word kupala describes the bonfires slavonic folk lit at the summer solstice, and records that some people explained the word as the name Kupulo, a harvest god.

Although the word kupala (or kupalo) is usually explained as “bather” (from kupat(i) ‘to bathe’). According to Russian philologists Vyacheslav Ivanov and Vladimir Toporov, the name Kupala is derived from the same Indo-European root as the name of  Cupid, Roman god of love, which means “passion” or “desire”. Kupala is Slavonic Cupid!

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There is an ancient Kupala belief that the eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when ferns bloom.

Thanks to the fern flowers, which blossom for only several moments at midnight, all the buried treasures could be seen, no matter how deep they were in the ground. Prosperity, luck, discernment and power would befall on whoever finds a fern flower.

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Please listen Kupalinka song and enjoy the video below where Kupala is celebrated!

Kupalinka, Kupalinka
It’s dark in the night
It’s dark in the night
Where is your daughter, Kupalinka?

My daughter is in the garden
She weeds the rose
She weeds the rose
And wounds her white hands.

She picks the flowers
She picks the flowers
And weaves garlands
She weaves garlands and sheds tears.

I wish you to find your blooming fern flower tonight, and your dearest wish will come true.

Thank you for sharing with me this very magical moment!

Stream of Petals

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Hello God!
Thank You for a petals spray I am feeling now. Life is short as a life of a flower, moment by moment as a petal by a petal we are aspiring to eternity… Amy Lowell‘s poem and Fong Qi Wei‘s photos I am happy to share with you today.

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Petals

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

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Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know.

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And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.

We are Flowers

We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Arabesque 1 by Debussy is for to feel the stream of petals on your face. Please enjoy!

Thank you very much for sharing this very moment with my heart and feelings.

 

Onegin Day

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Hello God!

Thank You for Alexander Pushkin! Today, the 6th of June, is his Birthday! To celebrate the day I invite you to open and read the book. The poem “Eugene Onegin” is in the book.

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Russian painter Elena Samokish-Sudkovskaya illustrated the poem published in 19o8 in Saint Petersburg. It is my pleasure to share with you these wonderful pictures. Romantic mood and delicate character of the poetry embrace us. We are floating in the flows of this Masterpiece.

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I am catching the waves of “Eugene Onegin” translation by Charles H. Johnston via my own senses. I hope you will enjoy its, you can catch your own Pushkin here.

“How early on he (Onegin) learnt to trouble
the heart of the professional flirt!
When out to burst a rival’s bubble,
how well he knew the way to hurt —
what traps he’d set him, with what malice
he’d pop the poison in his chalice!”

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So she was called Tatyana.

From early on she loved romances,
they were her only food… and so
she fell in love with all the fancies
of Richardson and of Rousseau.The visit.jpgTatyana now need wait no longer.
Her eyes were opened, and she said
“this is the one!” Ah, ever stronger,
in sultry sleep, in lonely bed,
all day, all night, his presence fills her,
by magic everything instils her
with thoughts of him in ceaseless round.

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“I write to you – no more confession
is needed, nothing’s left to tell.
I know it’s now in your discretion
with scorn to make my world a hell.

Decreed in highest court for ever…
heaven’s will — for you I’m set apart;
and my whole life has been directed
and pledged to you, and firmly planned:
I know, Godsent one, I’m protected
until the grave by your strong hand:
you’d made appearance in my dreaming;
unseen, already you were dear,
my soul had heard your voice ring clear,
stirred at your gaze, so strange, so gleaming,
long, long ago… no, that could be
no dream. You’d scarce arrived, I reckoned
to know you, swooned, and in a second
all in a blaze, I said: it’s he!”Tatiana's husband.jpg

“Can you say,
prince, who in that dark-red béret,
just there, is talking to the Spanish
ambassador?” In some surprise
the prince looks at him, and replies:
“Wait, I’ll present you – but you banish
yourself too long from social life.”
“But tell me who she is.” “My wife.”

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Onegin wrote “…I noticed once, at our chance meeting,
in you a tender pulse was beating,
yet dared not trust what I could see.
I gave no rein to sweet affection:
what held me was my predilection,
my tedious taste for feeling free.

No, every minute of my days,
to see you, faithfully to follow,
watch for your smile, and catch your gaze
with eyes of love, with greed to swallow
your words, and in my soul to explore
your matchlessness, to seek to capture
its image, then to swoon before
your feet, to pale and waste… what rapture!”

No answer comes. Another letter
he sends, a second, then a third.

Tatyana answered “I married. I beseech you, go;
I know your heart: it has a feeling
for honour, a straightforward pride.
I love you (what’s the use to hide
behind deceit or double-dealing?)
but I’ve become another’s wife —
and I’ll be true to him, for life.”

Thank you for joy reading “Eugene Onegin” with me. Onegin Day is wonderful.

 

Jewellery Box

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Hello God!

Thank You for my jewellery box I keep my treasures in. Every girl genetically loves her jewellery box. You know why? Because every jewellery box you have ever seen keeps a secret always involving a heart of owner. Her romantic heart and the finer things of life the jewellery box contains…

Let’s open the heavy door of the Chateau de Josselin, Brittany, France.

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As a cunning fox, as my curious daughter wants to see inside my jewellery box, we try to open the lid of the beautiful jewellery box we have found on the table. What is the secret inside? “Ni vous sans moi, ni moi sans vous” (“Neither you without me, neither I without you”) my cheeks are red a little because of touching a love story. Oh la,la, the French love love.

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The history of France says L’Amour (Love) is the Ruler and Le Plaisir (Pleasure) is the Constitution. This architectural Masterpiece proves the statement. Everybody around this castle was in love. Do you feel it?

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There are a soft fire of the rubies, there are the brilliant purple of the amethysts, and the sea green of the emeralds – all shining together in incredible union. We are mesmerised by treasures of the jewellery box and we can just imagine a love moments its keep inside.

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The best way to see a love moments you try to imagine seeing inside of the jewellery box is to take your soulmate by hand and go to eat an ice cream in a cafe you have met then under an umbrella kiss each other as at the first time. It was raining, do you remember?

The hand written notes we have found should be kept in every jewellery box on our planet. “Neither you without me, neither I without you”,please, write her a note. Her heart and jewellery box will keep it forever with the secret of your happiness. The Ruler is Love, by the way. The French know it for sure. So do we now.

Thank you for sharing with me this romantic and full of love moment.

Mrs. Novembra

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Hello God!

Thank You for November. I celebrate today, November’s first day! As for me it is strange that usually the month is connected with melancholy and depression. Today I have met a wonderful personage to broke the stereotype. Meet, Mrs. Novembra (in original “Mrs. Giffilan” by James Reeves).

When Mrs. Novembra
Is troubled with troubles,
She flies to the kitchen
And sits blowing bubbles.

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When Mrs. Novembra
Is worried by money,
When her feet are like lead
And her head’s feeling funny,
When there’s too much to do,
And the chimney is smoking,
And everything’s awkward
And wrong and provoking,
When the washing won’t dry
For the rain’s never ending,
When cupboards need cleaning
And stockings want mending,
When the neighbours complain
Of the noise of the cat,
And she ought to be looking
For this and for that,
And never a line comes
From her married daughter –
Then off to the kitchen
With soap and warm water
Goes Mrs. Novembra
And all of her troubles;
And she puffs them away
In a great cloud of bubbles.

In joyful abandon
She puffs them and blows them,
And all round about her
In rapture she throws them;
When round, clear and shiny
They hang in the air,
Away like a shadow
Cotes worry and care.

You see this story in the animation with music by great Bach. It definitely worths of 3 minutes of your life because the recipe of happiness in November is here. Thank you for your being in my life. Happy November!

Love Sonata

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Hello God!

Thank You for my romantic heart. It is inspired by the paintings of Dorina Costras to tell you a love story today.

End of the day
No other way

Mister Sun goes to hide
Lady Moon shines bright

After sun burns
Moonlight turns

Never ending ritual
Life’s marital or burial

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Moon wants to meet his love
Which is the ever sun above

Lady Moon drops his endless tears
As millions of glittering stars

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End of the night
Dawn’s beautiful sight

Moon must fade
Sun gets awake

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Sun seems to sparkle with love
Like a huge golden dove

Moon’s ever dark sadness
Sun’s eternal light gladness

Never ending story
Of an impossible love

by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven tells us why it rains when the Moon cries… Thank you for sharing this poetically beautiful moment.