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Metamorphosis of Dr. Snail

Published on February 13, 2015February 14, 2016 by Glorialana21 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for miraculous metamorphosis we are in every moment of our being. Today we have a wonderful possibility to observe a fascinating transformation of my friend Lilith Snail. Vivid pictures by Josees Cofet animate my story.

Lilith Snail is an intellectual woman. She is well educated. Two University diplomas and Doctor’s Degree in Biology prove that she is typically bluestocking. She spends her life in a libraries and laboratories. At this very moment she is writing an article about pollination for a serious scientific conference. Big intellectual boss is waiting for her thesis.

I tell you his secret – he likes Lilith but he thinks she is so far from any “likes” and “loves”. He frightens. And he is her boss. Big intellectual boss can not afford banal romance with Doctor in (what the horror!) a working place.

She writes: “Pollination is the process by which pollen is transferred from the anther (male part) to the stigma (female part) of the plant, thereby enabling fertilization and reproduction. This takes place in the angiosperms, the flower bearing plants…” And tears are rolling down on her notebook. What does scientific society know about pollination? What does He know about the subject?

“The Kiss is the Big Bang! We are all here because of the kiss” she is writing in the article. Her heart are ready to jump out from her chest but she wants, she desires Him to know about her feelings. “Oh, I am real bluestocking, I have completely forgot about Valentine’s Day! It is tomorrow! My article is Valentine’s card to him” she is in agitation. “It is diplomatic and intellectual way to open my heart. And it is absolutely safe, in every case I can say innocently “it is just a joke”. Thank you, Saint Valentinius, for this opportunity!” she is falling asleep in a happy dreams about their happy love.

Lilith is in bloom now. Their love story will begin tomorrow. Fascinating metamorphosis of Dr. Snail has happened.

You know I am going to send my Valentine’s card to my love. I do hope you are writing a poem on a heart-shaped card now. Saint Valentine promises the Metamorphosis to all of us.

By the the way, metamorphosis, in biology, striking change of form or structure in an individual after hatching or birth. We were born, we were born because of the Kiss! Do you remember?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

A Tiny Cup of Coffee

Published on February 3, 2015February 3, 2015 by Glorialana9 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my beige mood today. Warning up with a cup of latte I enjoy my winter blue in a dreams. The inviting aroma of coffee and cream tickles my nose and by the neural canals the most romantic memories are awaking in my brain and wrapping me up in a cozy blanket of Love.

I see in the “1902 Doll” by Robert Piguet endless tenderness and feel beauty of being alive. My latte is Beige, the doll is in Beige. And a love story is in the air.

It has all begun with a tiny cup of coffee. Elisabeth is the piano teacher and between a lessons she loves to enjoy her coffee break in a cafe. “Oh, I can catch a happy dose of silence together with cinnamon aroma and creamy taste of my coffee here – my noisy pupils are so nice, but I need, I desperately need 5 minutes of rest” – we are unintentional listeners of a beautiful conversation.

“I am Robert, a writer. Could I join to you for sharing a happy dose of reflections and coffee? I will be silent, I promise” – she nodded and a smile touched her eye corners.

Robert and Elisabeth are sitting together on their regular table in absolute silence but clouds above their cups of coffee tell us about their hearts beating in Love unison. We see it and know it for sure…

She have found an envelope under the door when her last lesson ended tonight. “Dear Elisabeth! Due to our “silent minutes”, please, allow me to open my heart in this letter – I know, I know you can think that I am a coward but I do respect our silence dose, so to say you something in the minutes of our meetings is impossible for me. And you know I am a writer…” – a tears of happiness are rolling down her cheeks.

“There is no moment of my life when you are not a part of me; you hold my heart; you guard my soul; you guide my dreams so tenderly… And if my will might be done, and all I long for could come true, with perfect joy I would choose to share eternity only with you.” Robert writes in a hope.

They sit in silence as usual with a tiny cups of coffee. “Oh, what’s the sounds!” – the engagement ring is in her cup! “Yes, I do” – she’s whispering…

“Through all of our seasons this will be certain; this will be constant, shining and true: with the gift of your heart you gave my life meaning; and I’ll spend a lifetime cherishing you.”

The “Grande Valse brillante” in E♭ Major by Frédéric Chopin is the hymn to their Love!

Enjoy your cup of coffee and your true love will find you. I know, I promise. I am the piano teacher.

Weatherhythmic Motet

Published on January 30, 2015January 30, 2015 by Glorialana17 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for a snowstorm today. I am singing a cheerful motet with the wind and snow on my face. My cheeks are healthily pink and nose is red. I feel pulsation of Life in every snowflakes dancing around.

Thinking about this post I have found a treasure. I have discovered a very talented and original artist Nathalie Miebach! Perhaps you have heard about her, but for me she is new and she is genius. I am very grateful for today’s snow storm because of this weather I have met so gifted person.

In music, polyphony refers to a piece that has more than one voice, melody, or theme. Polyphony means “many voices” or “two or more independent melodic parts sounded together.” Motet is a polyphonic composition with more than one text sung simultaneously.

Nathalie creates and sings her own motets. She translates scientific data poliphonically related to meteorology, astronomy and oceanography into woven sculptures and musical scores using the methodologies and processes of both science and art.

The different voices or melodies have relatively equivalent importance and explore a complementary theme. With two main independent voices she creates her sculptures – Nathalie attended astronomy classes at Harvard University and studied basket weaving with a local craft artist. Every element of her sculptures has a numerical logic based on historical data.

The voices in a motet are rhythmically independent yet coordinated, the higher voices moving faster than the lower ones. My Weatherhythmical Motet are in 3 singing voices – Bass, Alto, Soprano.

My feet are singing with the ice in low low Bass. The Earth is the contrabass.

My hands theme is in Alto. My body is its cello.

My eyelids are so high Soprano. Snowflakes play the violin of my eyes.

Three different voices are in perfect Harmony of the divine polyphonic vibrations of today’s snow storm. It is beautiful.

Thank you for singing with me the Motet. Together we are magical choir.

2014 Candies

Published on December 30, 2014December 30, 2014 by Glorialana8 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for 2014 Candies we have enjoyed every days of our wonderful 2014 year! Traditionally every New Year begins from a big-big jar of candies under Christmas tree every chid and adult on our planet find. Let me open my own jar of candies and share it with you with my warmest New Year congratulations!

Roberto Bernardi visualises my jar of candies in a very beautiful way, please enjoy.

My dear beautiful sister Linda has announced the 2014 Wrap-Up challenge: Present Your Gifts. I accepted the challenge and, you know, it was not an easy task for me.

Linda’s questions are simple but its deepness opens when I begin to think…

Which lessons did you learn?

I think, I am good in learning a lessons, especially when I am expecting excellent mark, unfortunately.

My 2014 lesson was to learn not to expect a marks, any marks from people. Painful memories of a little school girl scared by her mother’s crying about “bad” marks are gone. “Am I good enough? Am I good mother, wife, sister, friend and ect?” leads to deadly dangerous doubt “Am I good enough for living at all?”

My inner child desperately needs healing from a fear to disappoint somebody and this horror dependency from “bad” marks. Our healing path is going to be long, we will eat 2015 candies together.

How did you serve others?

Oh, you know, I live in a social environment where a worries, a troubles and an emotions about these troubles are important part of culture in my country. We are again in our usual economic “crisis”. “What are we going to do? How are we going to live?” my friend is exclaiming in Blackglama mink coat, the price of it equals an annual budget of a small African country. By the way mink coat is an important part of our culture too. “Ruble is unstable. Dollars and Euros are rising. Sanctions are unbearable!” – this kaleidoscope of complaints and false fears is in the air now.

I meet my people with my warmest smile and hug. Every forth family in my country has a dacha where vegetables and fruits, even meat, grow. The most people here have never seen and tried “French cheese” they are “suffered” by its absence. “French cheese” is in a wide sense, meaning gourmet delicacies.

I do hope I serve my people to see beautiful truth about changes, changing inside comes first. I wish I could turn their complaints in a precious energy for supporting each other.

What blessings did you receive?

My personal blessings are deal with our crisis. The time to change my Lewis jeans with the North Face down coat uniform is coming. An ensemble of a maxi plaid linen skirt with a shearling lamb jacket in a folk style is going to play a hymn to my femininity in supporting my people’s loving hands.

Did you receive any “gifts” in terms of powers or skills?

Sadly I accept some people are suffered by the crisis. My greatest gift 2014 has presented is in my power to help an orphans and an old people by clothing and food. Even kind smile has power to enlighten a crying child’s face. I love to see smiles in return when I help, and I have even to hide my tears of happiness my heart expresses.

I have Power to keep my own family happy – sometimes a grey mood of our environment touches my darling people. Fire optimism and endless belief in a future happy changes are fundamental stones of my Power and main candies of 2015.

Was there something you lost that turned out to be a blessing in disguise?

Yes, due to absence of gourmet delicacies I lost 19 lb. ha, ha, ha! Could I imagine myself so young, slim and beautiful a year ago? It is a joke about gourmet delicacies. I tell you my secret – my diet is sugar free! It was hard way with the severe wind of cake’s temptation and frosty breathing of yogurt mousse with strawberry sauce… Thank you, crisis, for forbidden French macaroons.

Happily overwhelmed by the choices in a sweet Universe candy shop I have chosen a dancing and singing candies for 2015. Hardly believe? Please meet the Sugarplum Fairy!

Thank You, 2014, for happy changes I am in progress. Thank you, Linda for the challenge! The next participant of 2014 Wrap-Up challenge: Present Your Gifts is Shelley.

Thank you, my dear readers and followers, for being in my life, for great inspiration you always so generously present, for this very, very happy moment we share together on New Year eve!

Happy, sweet, beautiful, fairy New 2015 Year!

Christmas Arabesque

Published on December 24, 2014December 24, 2014 by Glorialana11 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas!

As Today’s present, please accept my fresh-created Arabesque with wonderful pictures generously spiced by my heart’s rays and soul’s smiles.

Beautiful Angel of Winter

In her best snowstorm lace dress

Lining by glistering pearls

Covers a trees by a shimmering shawl.

Christmas Angel by His wings is

Drawing a pictures of frosty patterns –

Windows are His tender eyes

We are reflecting in.

Bright stars smile to children

Playing with angels at Today’s golden morning

Snow Man from brilliant snowflakes

Is happily smiling arising.

Snow Parade of White Peace is

Marching by Spirit of Joy.

Angel of Christmas are leading

With sun sounds of His trumpet.

Make a Wish with a taste of snowflakes

Miraculous dance of Universe atoms

You are feeling… Light is inside You,

Christmas Angel loves You.

May your life be colorful magnificent, shimmering and joyful, as the magic of Christmas spreads on you Merry Christmas! Hug You with tenderness and warmness my entire being can produce.

Privet, Pushkin!

Published on December 18, 2014August 28, 2015 by Glorialana18 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Pushkin. He is my favourite poet since I am 3 y.o. A memories from childhood define a happiness as a feeling which influences on whole life.

As for me happiness is a December’s evening and my mother or grandmother is reading for me a fairy tale by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin. I am sitting near a window and feeling the North breath of Ded Moroz. I am dancing as a ballerina with snowflakes and the words of fairy poetry by Pushkin are our rhythmic pulse of music of imagination…

Today I am reading Pushkin’s fairy tales for my daughter.

Oh, do you recognise our old friend cat Vasya? Happy meeting has happened today and Vladimir Rumyantsev, the painter, has illustrated it.

In snow St. Petersburg along Neva embarkment Alexandr Pushkin is in hurry to his beloved Natasha with a thoughts about a new fairytale. “Privet, Pushkin!” he suddenly stopped and saw a small creature – a cat. “Mmm, sorry, I heard your voice?” Pushkin is puzzled. “And you think a cats can only myay-maya-meowing” Vasya frowned, and said, “I am special, I can read your thoughts – and what you are keeping in your mind now is actually not a fairytale“.

“Could you help me, dear Vasya to create a good poem?” Alexandr asked, “instead I provide a plate of milk and my warm company for you”. “Mmmmyay I should think for a moment,” answered Vasya.

“Well, let’s go and write! Our happy duet is going to create” Pushkn and Vasya said in unison.

“There’s a green oak by the bay,
on the oak a chain of gold:
a learned cat, night and day,
walks round on that chain of old:
to the right – it spins a song,
to the left – a tale of wrong.
Marvels there: the wood-sprite rides,
in the leaves a mermaid hides:
on deep paths of mystery
unknown creatures leave their spoor:
huts on hen’s legs you can see,
with no window and no door…”

My daughter loves the story and we are inspired to create together this Christmas tree decoration.

Vasya continues to dictate:

“And I was there and I drank mead,
I saw the green oak by the sea,
I sat there while the learned cat
told its stories – here’s one that
I remember, and I’ll unfurl,
a story now for all the world…”

Please enjoy Vasya and Pushkin’s masterpiece.

Thank you, my reader, for your smile and light from your beautiful eyes because of you I am here.

Three Sisters

Published on November 27, 2014November 27, 2014 by Glorialana26 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Often we think that it is just another day in our life. You know what? It is not just another day: it is the day that is given to us.

Today is Thanksgiving. Every language in the world has a way of saying “thank you”. In English the Latin root of the word “gratitude” is “grate” or “gratis” – a given gift – and from this same root we get our word “grace”, which means a gift freely given.

We all are gifted by Today. Three miraculous minutes of gratitude are visiting us to remind that we are engaged in a Miracle which we do not even recognise.

I have read in one book that a state of gratitude is the door to which all of the other beautiful aspects of consciousness begin to flower. When we project gratitude and thankfulness from the core of our being we are powerfully affirming and raising the value of our life and every life we contact with.

Just three minutes in a day for gratitude three sisters on the painting “Rice Harvest” by Hermel Alejandre ask to open the gate to Miracle we recognise.

Three minutes are sisters
Their beauty gives wings
To fly in blue Skye
of each other’s eyes.

The first sister is morning Aurora
She celebrates your breathing
Heart’s beating and opening your eyes.
Your body is alive today
Say “Thank You” for awakening!

The second sister is daylight Anora
Her beauty in a dance of seasons
She is in joyful Fa major of summer
She is in sweet November si minor.
Say “Thank You” for this day!

The third is sparkling star Alzubra
Her beauty is in mystic night
She wears a velvet coat
You are embroidering by silk of your dreams
Say “Thank You” for your calm night!

I think Edvard Grieg in the first piece of his “Peer Gynt” suite shares his gratitude in the perfect way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCEzh3MwILY

Thank You for sharing Your Light and Happy Thanksgiving!

Mathieu’s Lamp

Published on November 21, 2014 by Glorialana19 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Inspiration to create and build lighthouses. I am incredibly happy to have a beautiful possibility to touch Your Inspiration, You had granted a young sailor Mathieu.

We are walking around a very beautiful and romantic place in the town Plougonvelin. This is the westernmost point of mainland France.

The lighthouse Saint-Mathieu has fascinated us and captured our imagination…

Lighthouses are not just stone, brick, metal, and glass. There’s a human story at every lighthouse. A Human Fate speaks by lighthouse’s rays.

Born at the sea

with big brave heart,

I am a happy young sailor,

My name is Mathieu.

This story is simple

It is about the Light.

My Destiny is

To keep It in my lamp.

It is all very romantic – a lighthouse standing by the sea to guide home the weary sailor, and the lighthouse keeper with the lantern, trimming the wicks and keeping a solitary watch for a ship in trouble. Fog, storms, shipwrecks, rescues – what an adventure lighthouse keeping!

The boat was small

But our hearts were big!

The ship began to move slowly along

The wing blew it…

In 1250, the Benedictine monks in Saint Mathieu hung a lantern on the top of a tower to guide ships on the Iroise Sea. The abbey was built in several stages from the Romanesque period (11th and 12th century) to the Gothic (from the 13th to the 15th century).

It was the worst storm ever,

Father of all storms.

But in the very midst of it,

When the wind was highest ,

The waves were strongest,

When the foam and the spray

Completely covered ship windows

I had seen the Light!

Being lost at sea in the dark is a matter of life and death. Near this megalith old Benedictine monk Mathieu had been praying for protection of every ship on the Atlantic for whole his life.

The sea as black as ink

Roaring and thundering on the rocky shores,

I could feel much too clearly,

The grasp of the swirling darkness below.

I had seen the Light –

We would survive!

Kneeling I prayed for protection –

“The light of God surrounds us,

The love of God enfolds us,

The power of God protects us!”

I closed my eyes…

And opened its on the shore.

We all were saved by the Light!

Mathieu’s lamp is very big now. It helps sailors in their navigation: by lining up with white rays, they know they are headed in the right direction.

– white: route to follow

– red: danger

– green: isolated danger.

Night by night as soon as it begin to grow dark Mathieu’s lamps are lighted. And as the ships go by, they always keep a look-out for friendly lights and avoid the rocks of which they are warned.

You know I am feeling a clumsiness of my words, Chopin helps me describe my thoughts more precisely about the Light Mathieu saw in his Etude “Ocean”. This is miraculous, exquisite and phenomenal. You will feel the roaring waves in a series of rising and falling arpeggios and you will see the Light. You will be eyes of Mathieu.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3o6v_myVAhQ

We all are keeping the Light in our lamps. We are a lighthouses.

Thank you for sharing your light. I know the way because of you!

Dark Twin

Published on October 30, 2014 by Glorialana17 Comments

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.

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!!!

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…

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

Published on October 13, 2014 by Glorialana17 Comments

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.

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.

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