Love Sonata

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

SunMoon

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

Lady Moon drops his endless tears
As millions of glittering stars

SunMoonLove

End of the night
Dawn’s beautiful sight

Moon must fade
Sun gets awake

ImpossibleLove

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.

Mind’s Eye

Hello God!

Thank You for our mind’s eyes. According to wikipedia: “The phrase “mind’s eye” refers to the human ability for visualization, for the experiencing of visual mental imagery; in other words, one’s ability to “see” things with the mind.”

I have met two variations of the phrase: “the eye of the mind” and “the mind’s eye”.

The phrase “the eye of the mind” comes from Plato. Philosophy is the path to enlightenment, to see by the light of the Sun in the real world outside of the cave of illusion which ignorance is. The intellect shows the true reality. This is reality as seen through the eye of the mind.

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“The mind’s eye” probably became known through the work of Shakespeare. He uses it in the best-known of all plays – Hamlet, 1602, in a scene where Hamlet is recalling his father:

HORATIO:
Where, my lord?

HAMLET:
In my mind’s eye, Horatio.

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The Mind’s Eye is powerful. The Mind’s Eye actually creates the world.  Since “the world” for Hegel means “knowledge of the world” through the mind, then as mind develops, knowledge changes and the world changes in accordance. Mind is what makes human beings human. Further, the categories of thought are universal in being the same for all human minds. The world is the creation, the product, of these universal categories of thought. All forms of activity are the embodiments of the ideas of each activity.

We think, therefore we are. How and what we think determines who we are and how we live. French philosopher Henri Bergson has a famous quote: “The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.” Me have to clear the lenses our mind’s eyes see through by a new happy knowledge and vision of the dream we desire to embody every moment of life.

For Aristotle, the purpose of life is not just to live but to live well, to flourish. Since this is so, it makes sense to think well. To live well, it is necessary to think well. As we think, so shall we live.

Fall’s air and sounds of falling gold leaves create a mood to think, dream and visualize. Thank you for your mind’s eye we create our reality by.

Paper Heart

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Inspiration to create our happy today. My today is wonderful. I was playing with my daughter in our favorite game “Create a dress and Wear a paper dolls” when my daughter had asked the question: “Mummy, has a paper doll got a heart?” You know it was Insight.

We are wearing the clothing to become more attractive, we are smiling to show our communicative skills because the big boss loves us in this role. How often do we remember about what inside us is? Today my 5 y.o. daughter has reminded me about the important thing. I am here to share it with you.

Simone Pfister, I have met her today, print-makes a wonderful paper dresses but not for a paper dolls. Her dresses are masterpieces of art created for touching our hearts.

Flourish

Flourish

Take a piece of paper

and draw a little heart

What to write within?

Well, your name’s a start.

Tape it to your chest,

wear it, proud and smart.

Gardens

Gardens of Dark and Bright

Let the world know

that you have a paper heart.

Easy made, easy torn,

and easy to replace.

ArtFlower

Art is the Flower

To have a paper heart

is to have a paper face.

Expressions changed easily

Smiles thrown aside.

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A Beautiful Heart

Wear this paper exposition,

hide your tears with pride.

No nerves here from heart to face,

emotions cast away.

Present yourself, miniscule but effortlessly,

for you wear a paper heart (it’s the latest trend, anyway).

 

Tuk, tuk, tuk, Hello my darling! It is me, your heart. I am beating inside you…

Thank you for listening your heart now. This moment is precious, we are.

Angel Samantha

Hello God!

Thank You for today. I am happy to share with you a story about my first American friend. Remembering my Soviet school years is impossible about this story.

As you know my school years (1981 – 1991) were the years of the Cold war between USA and USSR.

If we wish to create a lasting peace, if we want to fight a war against war, we must begin with the children. Mahatma Gandhi’s words mirrors the ambivalent situation Soviet children were in. From the one side we knew about USA as the worst enemy, from the other side we all had had an American friend we adored by whole heart. We loved Samantha Smith.

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When Yuri Andropov succeeded Leonid Brezhnev as leader of the Soviet Union in November 1982, the mainstream Western newspapers and magazines ran numerous front-page photographs and negative articles about him. When Samantha Smith viewed the edition of Time magazine, she asked her mother, “If people are so afraid of him, why doesn’t someone write a letter asking whether he wants to have a war or not?”. Her mother replied, “Why don’t you?”

Dear Mr. Andropov,
My name is Samantha Smith. I am ten years old. Congratulations on your new job. I have been worrying about Russia and the United States getting into a nuclear war. Are you going to vote to have a war or not? If you aren’t please tell me how you are going to help to not have a war. This question you do not have to answer, but I would like to know why you want to conquer the world or at least our country. God made the world for us to live together in peace and not to fight.
Sincerely,
Samantha Smith

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On July 7, 1983, she flew to Moscow with her parents, and spent two weeks as Andropov’s guest. From today’s my point of view I think her visit were unimaginably influential for every Soviet child because she was from a different planet. You see on the cartoon that it seems the Soviet Union was even from different biological spice.

Samantha Smith Arrives In Russia

She is Angel. She had changed our Destiny forever. Because of her the doubts were born. “Why are USA our worst enemy? Samantha in from USA and she is a friend” we were thinking learning English intensively. “Why intensively?” you can ask. The Soviet Ministry of Education created a special linguistic school where foreign language was compulsory from the first grade (6-7 y.o.) after Samantha’s visit.

We were grateful for her gift to open our eyes. America was not our enemy.

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She died on August 25, 1985. Could you imagine the mourning day devoted to Samantha at the 1st September, 1985, in every Soviet school, in the official Knowledge Day?! We were crying and writing a letter of condolence to Samantha’s mother by whole class. I remember that moment, even now I am writing with tears in my eyes.

In 1985 the Soviet Post  issued a commemorative stamp with her likeness. In 1986, when Soviet astronomer Lyudmila Chernykh discovered asteroid 3147, she named it 3147 Samantha. It was the precedent.

The wind of Her angel’s wings has begun creating a new melody of our ways… We all are connected, the butterfly effect works.

Thank you for your being in my life. We are influencing on each other and from this very point we are going to be happier and kinder than we were a moment ago. I am grateful for you change my Way.

Dangerous Dance

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to share a funny picture I have just found. I am feeling your smiles and our vibrations are able to brighten the whole Universe now. We do not waste our lives!

The caricature is from satirical Soviet magazine “Krokodil”. It seems people in the USSR loved to laugh on imperialistic trends and fashion.

rock-n-roll

Imitators

We’ll not argue with Darwin

His teaching is without blemish.

He is right:

In the past, people

Evolved from orangutans.

The century progressed

But rock and roll displaced all plans

And in this dance

Human

Is not distinguished from orangutans.

Thank you for your happiness and Good Night! I am going to smile in my dreams because of You.

My Dolls

Hello God!

Thank You for a friendship we are inspired by. My today’s post was born because of my new friend Sindy. Her blog is fascinating. She asked me whether my Soviet childhood was different from her American one. My childhood was sweet, I even create a poem inspiring by my happy memories. To feel the differences it will be nice to hear your opinion.

I suppose all children with loving father and mother are happy on the both side of our planet. Childhood is the pink period when American democracy or Soviet totalitarianism mean nothing. My Soviet childhood is from 80s. The Soviet Union was blooming in building Communism and my parents were a happy helpers working at the factory. My education was partly a responsibility of the Soviet Union. Kindergarden was for children from 1 y.o. Mother should go to work. All Soviet people should work, as you know, unemployment was solved by the law of Communist Party.

The future builders of Communism should be a harmoniously developed person. By the way I like this idea. Every child studied and learned to play a musical instruments and sports for free. Every child knew the ballet “Swan Lake” by Peter Tchaikovsky and the 2nd Concerto for the piano with orchestra by Sergey Rachmaninov. This classic pieces were main in the TV program when funeral of General Secretary of the Communist Party was in the day. I remember the funerals of Leonid Brezhnev, Yuri Andropov and Konstantin Chernenko. It was funny but child’s playing with a toys with a sounds of a classical masterpiece solved important educational task how to teach to love classical music.

You see a photos of a dolls from USSR soviet children played with. We did not know who Barbie was at all.

We were happy because we knew nothing about Afghanistan, the Cold War, Berlin Wall. We will know the sad truth later…

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My dolls house is a pretty home
Where spirit of childhood lives,
Happy spirit of memories
Lullabies and warm milk.

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My dolls ballerinas dance
“Swan Lake” on my soul scene
Theatre Orchestra is perfect for
Harmony opens the skies.

My dolls play the harp and the violin softly at night,
Angelic fingers nimbly moving in the moonlight.

SchoolUniform

My dolls always act for me.
Supporting my happiness and
Keeping the spirit of music
I listen inside my dreams.

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My dolls have a radiant faces,
Reflecting my soul in their eyes.
Childhood is sweetness
Childhood is light…

DollGardener

My dolls garden where
Roses are blooming,
Beautiful gardener protects
The thoughts floating in my head.

Dollove

My dolls house is a pretty home
Full by endless love for me.

Please do not believe in the Soviet evil and Communist demons. There are no black and white colors here. We all are just the Earth people.

Thank you for the peace in your soul we have just created.

Have a peaceful weekend!

Saint Barbie

Hello God!

Thank You for Inspiration You provide to love our world. My inspiration is devoted to your smile today and I create a poem about the nice painting from Mark Ryden.

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Mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy

Pleasse buy me Barbie

Barbie is in my brainy

Barbie is in my heart!

Pappy, pappy, pappy, pappy

I love Barbie

You love my mummy less

Than I do Barbie.

Mummy – pappy, mummy – pappy

I promise to be honey

I’ll read a tale to

My loving Barbie.

O Saint Barbie, please,

Tell my mummy,

Tell my pappy

To buy me Barbie!

Thank you for your smile. Have an inspirational weekend!

Thankfulness

Hello God!

Thank You for the ability to be grateful for everything we have. “God gave us minds to think with and hearts to thank with,” said Douglas Wilson.  I love that!

My heart says “Thank You” to Gabriel Lucatero. His blog and books are inspiring and shaping lives. He has nominated me for twin awards!

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Thank you, wonderful Bee for the Loyal Reader Award. Her un-puzzled heart is the Ocean of Brightness and Poetic Dreams.

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The rules of Awards:

1. Display the logo on a post – done

2. Thank the person who nominated you and link to his/her site – done.

3. State seven things about you – done.

4. Nominate a bloggers and inform them via comment in their blog – done.

You, my dear follower and reader, make my soul blossoms.

I am here for you.

I am thinking about you and how to make you happy whole day.

I am floating in the myriad of thoughts about how to make you smile.

Sometimes I speak with you in my dreams, the themes are usually philosophical.

Sometimes I write a post at deep night by happy accompaniment of my husband and daughter’s breathing.

Sharing your moment of happiness is important and value for me.

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Thankfulness is the key, 

To let you know

I’m here to love you,

Never let you alone.

Romantic Picnic

Hello God!

Thank You for a summer joy of romantic picnic we go with our special.

“After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L’Heure Bleue.

She talked about “perfect moments.” One such moment happened that afternoon; she’d been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, ‘I’ll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L’Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.

by Susan Hubbard, The Society of S

The last video by Moschino visualizes the picture perfectly! Just imagine Chic Petals instead  L’Heure Bleue. In our case the matter is in pleasure of romantic picnic.

Have a romantic picnic on this weekend!

July Bouquet

Hello God!

Thank You for July. I am happily gathering a bouquet of summer flowers to pleasure you and singing a song about beautiful and sunny July.

July is charming child of mother Summer

He brings a bloom to flower’s faces

They are delightful smiles of the planet.

His philosophy is simple and profound

Enjoy your life, your living being before

Crone Winter has cropped the roses from your cheek.

JulyBouquet

Please accept my Bouquet with the words “Obey your soul, have perfect faith in yourself. Never think of yourself with doubt or distrust, or as one who makes mistakes.” Wallace D. Wattles advises in his “The Science of Being Great”.

Perhaps the philosophy of July is here. A rose is blooming without doubts…