Thank You for the Light we are all created from and for our gift to illuminate a hearts of each other. I missed your smiling and beautiful eyes very much. I am very sorry for my so long absence. With my every words now I am destroying the iron block the witch of procrastination had built between us.
You know I allowed her to do this evil with me – her whisper “It will only take a minute” put me on a slippery slope toward my personal hell of shaming myself and guilt for chronic procrastination. I heard her seductive voice: “I’ll just check my emails, weather, Facebook, ebay, etc. — it will only take a minute”- now, hours, no hours, more than two month (!!!), I am still there, in the dark prison of the witch of procrastination.
The artist Victor Nizovtsev is my lifesaver. His angels have treated me from my pain of shaming and given me freedom from bearing this heavy bag of guilt.
They have answered my most important questions about my life’s mission. Who I am? Why I am? What should I do with my breath and existence?
Here are the answers:
“You are an angel of light,
Painting smile in a beating hearts.
It is important for you. –
Your gift is illuminating souls.
All things are connected,
The water unites us all.
Your light is in every eyes,
Your smile is our reflection.”
My life’s mission is to illuminate your soul. For the mission I have found really special film.
The film tells the story of a man living in a world controlled and timed by light. Every morning, the inhabitants of that world are woken up and pulled to their jobs by sunlight, as if this was some sort of magnet. Please enjoy.
I do hope I have completed my mission for today.
Thank you for my soul you are illuminating now by your smile in your eyes.
Thank You for December. Aurora is inviting us to dance the snow waltz in the Сalendar Ball. Photographer Mo Devlin is our reporter tonight. He shoots our breathing in the dance with Aurora.
Northern lights – blues and greens, the ocean of rainbows is in the sky. This is beautiful Aurora.
“The bright dancing lights of the aurora are actually collisions between electrically charged particles from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere. The lights are seen above the magnetic poles of the northern and southern hemispheres. They are known as “Aurora borealis” in the north and “Aurora australis” in the south” I am reading in the National Geographic. Aurora keeps the Earth in her both hands and we are all in her hugging lights.
The draperies of innumerable spectral colours decorate the Ball we are waltzing with Aurora feeling her winter breath…
“Dance with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll teach you to live radiantly dancing in this very Moment. Yes, learn to live joyfully even the moment is winter and cold”.
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
“Breath with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll show you the Flower of Life. You are this Flower of Life, please, blossom, even in the ice”.
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
“Move with me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll invite your soul to dance. Your soul is dancing in the wonder with an abundance of lights”.
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
“Follow me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll open you the Milky Way spilled across the night. There are always stars in the sky even you can not see its in your darkest night”.
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
“Love me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll send the waves of love cascading down to heal all wounds of the world”.
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
“Believe me”, says Aurora, “and I’ll hug your whole essence with the beauty of My light!”
We are in the snow waltz – breath, breath, breath.
Thank You very much for waltzing with me. I am happy to breath with you in the unison.
Have a beautiful Monday! And remember to breath with Aurora in the snow waltz.
Thank You for George Gershwin. Sometimes life is difficult and to live, even to breath, is hard.
But we always have jazz. “Jazz is one of the best things you can find in your life, it can always be your friend” George said optimistically.
I am walking along the GUM show windows and the invisible jazz band are playing Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue…
Blue beat of Gershwin’s heart makes
Our souls tapping out George’s rhythm.
Where had he got it?
From the sounds of the streets –
Melancholic legato of sadness in rain,
Bright lights of the city offbeat loneliness.
Ironic staccato of creaking taxi
And strenuous squeak of a tram dismantle
Black wall of the fear and hysteria.
Blue light of the Rhapsody is inside us.
In rows of streets in trum-pa-paam,
We move together in tandem.
First La, then Fa, then Sol with Si syncope,
We are performing the Rhapsody.
Our souls are lighting by Blue sounds.
Our bodies are dancing in Blue ballet,
Our minds are singing with Blue dreams.
Please listen Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin.
George Gershwin explains the happiness rule: “Life is a lot like jazz. It’s best when you improvise”. Today and always we improvise with smiles and Blue light directly from the Sky.
Thank you for your uplifting mood. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to light in Blue your day.
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 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 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 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 Hope about different world. We know nothing about this world but it exists – we hope. Terry Pratchett went to unknown Universe just a couple hours ago. He died “with his cat sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his family” – I am reading in TheGuardian with a deep sadness in my heart.
Why we are sad if we know and have hope about existence of the Universe of Somewhere?
I have stumbled upon on the fascinating divine synchronisation when I thought about Terry and his influence on my life I have found these paintings by Victor Nizovtsev.
Here I recognise Terry and the Universe of Somewhere he is in now.
I have heard of a place called Somewhere –
But did not knew where it can be…
Divine white Swan delivered you in perfect time,
No doubts. You know it now.
The Moon had lived in your old portmanteau
Before you were delivered here.
You change the Sky with your stairway.
The Moon happily sparkles in Somewhere.
Sweet cupcakes dusted with sugar of your dreams
Are shining in every reading eyes,
Our fantasy world you realised and for you
Somewhere is not a Surprise!
Harvest of Stars you joyfully collect
In a bag as big as your heart
With angelic help, you remember,
You always wrote about Somewhere.
We are crying, of course, on the Earth,
We are chopping onion here.
Your books stay with us and we are happy –
We know something about Somewhere!
Good Bye, Terry Pratchett! Have a happy and adventurous trip in the Universe of Somewhere!
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