Happy Earth Day!
Originally posted on Glorialana's Blog:
Thank You for the silence I am wrapped around by sweet sleeping of my daughter. I am feeling her breathing and listening the Glory Mass to Life playing by the orchestra and choir of my imagination.
The Ocean is beginning of life.
Breathing of waves is a rhythm of the Mass.
Whales are bass in our choir
All fishes sing in deep unison.
The Earth is our Mother.
She plays the piano solo.
Mountains and volcanos are
The piano keys. Her melody is Beauty.
The Sun is Star
Its light is bright.
Sun rays are strings of Harp
The Universe loves.
The Moon is singing Lullaby.
Her illuminating song feeds Dream
We have to turn into reality
Realizing the Potential.
Flowers are Violins bows
Playing on the strings of rain.
Laughing and joking notes build
The tune which is your Smile.
There is Music…
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Thank You very much for this privilege to live. We all are privileged by the fact of living. How often do we think about our gifts of breathing, eating, seeing, playing, kissing? Please let me hug you with all warmness of my heart. And please, open your eyes – we are floating on the waves of tenderness.
Ukrainian photographer Vyacheslav Mischenko is the captain of our boat “Life is a Privilege”.
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thank you for your smiling eyes and your waves of tenderness I am feeling now. Happy Friday!
Thank You for today. Today is Cosmonautics Day!
On April 12, 1961, the Soviet spacecraft Vostok-1 lifted off from the Baikonur Space Center. Pilot-Cosmonaut Yury Gagarin, the first man in space, flew aboard that spacecraft.
Referring to all the inhabitants of the Earth to start on April 12, 1961 Yuri A. said:”…My whole life seems to me now a beautiful moment… It is hardly worth talking about those feelings that I experienced when I was offered to make this first-ever flight. Joy!” and … 5-4-3-2 Let’s Go!
That flight took just an hour and 48 minutes. Having orbited the Earth, Vostok successfully landed in Saratov Region of Russia. Gagarin ejected himself from the aircraft at the altitude of several kilometers and descended near the place of Vostok’s landing by using the parachute.
“Orbiting Earth in the spaceship, I saw how beautiful our planet is. People, let us preserve and increase this beauty, not destroy it!” Gagarin exclaimed.
April 12th was an honoured day,
Risking his life for curiosity of mankind,
He boarded a rocket “Vostok One” –
Said: Let’s go! Happily with hope.
With his Gagarin smile.
And in that smile was the whole Earth,
Earth in blue radiance…
Happy Cosmonautics Day! Thank You for sharing this wonderful moment with me.
Thank You for April. April is Great Inspirer. I am listening a wonderful piano music seeing this painting by Roman Velichko. It seems the artist is April. And April plays Chopin’s Fantasy-Impromptu in c sharp minor.
From the first sound of the fantasy, g sharp - octave, April picks up and carries us to a magical, mesmerising, rapid and tremulous crystal vortex. It takes us into the fascinating unknown world of Spring dreams. Sparkling waterfall of sounds leads to the middle part, where, finally, comes to the calm, and we hear one of the most soulful melodies of Chopin. Franz Liszt reflects our thoughts and emotions - ” Every Chopin’s note is the jewel that fells from the sky.”
April plays a melody
A light green song of spring.
And every time a rainbow sings,
A golden dandelions grow.
O… Enjoy the voice of spring,
April echoes over the land.
Performed in perfect harmony;
Chopin helps to feel the Grand Design!
Thank you for sharing with me this happy April moment. Happy April and have a beautiful spring week!
Thank You for today. Today is Friday and usually my Friday is happy and joyful because of the end of a week. But today is not this case. This culmination of the week news is the reason: “The Republic of Crimea and the city of Sevastopol, which has a special status within the region, were added as subjects of the Russian Federation following a referendum Sunday in the Black Sea region, which saw over 96 percent of voters in the region back the motion to leave Ukraine and rejoin Russia.”
Tonight I tell you a sad story about Ukraine, Russia and Crimea. Crimea’s fate is as sad as a story of a child in divorce.
My mother is Ukraine.
She is so beautiful and kind.
I love her scent and
Love to warm my nose
In a fox fur on her shoulders.
Crimea had been Ukraine for 23 years.
My father is Russia.
He is strong and powerful.
I remember our happy times
When we were together and
Playing in the war…
My dream to be together will never come true…
In “the best interest of a child”
I am away from my mother.
Yes, father, I am yours, but
I am mother’s too.
To free me would be the best decision
You have never allowed.
The price is I am dying,
The war is true, not game,
Of course, “in my best interest”.
I am really pessimistic about the situation in Ukraine. But the history is circle, the story is repeating. Nothing is new under the Sky. Sadness is a good facilitator of philosophical mood. Plato’s book, I think, is a good choice for weekend. Thank you for being with me.
Thank You for Thomas Edison. A Light Bulb is his invention and Masterpiece. “I believe in the existence of a Supreme Intelligence pervading the Universe” – his belief is in his invention. A Light Bulb is pervading our Universe and creating a beautiful thing called Life.
My eyes are grateful and heart is joyful seeing on these photos by Joe Cannon. Its illustrate my vision of human life.
Your and my Life Bulb was turned on with the first inspiration but we never know when the time of turning off. What do we need to do? I have found the answer in Joe Brainard‘s poem “Life”.
“When I stop and think about what it’s all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much.
I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard.
Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it’s important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I suspect that each of us is going to wake up some morning to suddenly find ourselves old men (or women) without knowing how we got that way. Wondering where it all went. Regretting all the things we didn’t do. So I think that the sooner we realize that life is short the better off we are.
Now, to get down to the basics. There are 24 hours a day. There is you and there are other people. The idea is to fill these 24 hours as best one can. With love and fun. Or things that are interesting. Or what have you. Other people are most important. Art is rewarding. Books and movies are good fillers, and the most reliable.
Now you know that life is not so simple as I am making it sound…”
“Hell, there are no rules here — we’re trying to accomplish something!” Thomas Edison exclaimed. We’re trying to accomplish something…
Something is to be ourselves and be happy. Thank you for sharing with me this moment and a million watts of happiness are pervading our Universe now.
Thank You for today. Today is the last day of winter. Miracle, great miracle are happening now, and we are really lucky to witness it: Angel of Spring is on his way! The story is visualised by Russian artist Vladimir Rumyantsev.
Have you ever met a cat-poet? I have met and even read his book. (Sorry for my English but my language can’t define a cat, especially a poet as “it”). “The Life and Opinions of the Tomcat Murr” by E. Hoffmann is the book. Tonight’s hero is thinking in the same words as cat Murr.
“Ah, what a fine, wonderful and elated thing is life!” – a cat enjoys the view from his tree. “O Nature, sacred, sublime Nature! How all your joy, all your delight flows through my breast, how your mysteriously murmuring breath wafts around me! Climbed would be more accurate, but a poet doesn’t mention his feet, even if he has four of them like me, only his pinions…” – it seems our hero is a real poet.
Suddenly somebody has interrupted a poetic inspiration.
- Who are you, lovely Creature? asks our cat-poet. - What are you doing on my tree? I have never seen you before. Please do not afraid, I am kind and I love my guests. You know even a birds have not a fear of me due to my tender character, – the cat is getting closer to Angel curiously.
- I do not afraid you, because I do not know what “afraid you” means, I have just been born. I am Angel of Spring.
- Really?! I am Vasilii, call me just Vasya. Happy to meet you.
- Happy to meet you, Vasya, – smiling Angel responds.
- Is it true that an angel can make a dream comes true if he is seen at the first time? – asking eyes of Vasya is filled by hope.
- Of course I can, your dream is the first in my life. What are you dreaming about? – surprised Angel says.
- Ah, if the dear little girl were to approach me! I feel a strange stirring within me, a certain impassioned appetite me away with irresistible force! Ah, would that sweet and lovely girl-cat but come hither, I would clasp her to my lovesick heart and never let her go. How rare is true sympathy of souls in these sorry, obdurate loveless times! To find love, true love is my dream. – Vasya’s tears are rolling down his fluffy cheeks he licks its by his tongue to dry.
- Vasya, your dream is exactly my responsibility. I am Angel of Spring, remember, and Love, I am spreading Love by my wings. Please, Vasya, do not cry, I am gifted by Power of Love. I will make all flowers bloom, I will navigate a birds to return to its nests, I will pervade every living cells by a song of Love. You will find her, I promise! - Angel of Spring assures.
Silence, beautiful silence are covering them together with a beautiful crone of the cat’s favourite tree. They are sitting above the city and every hearts is beating because of promising song of Love there.
Angel of Spring has promised the season of Love. Are you feeling Love? I am seeing in the skies: above me arches the wide and starry sky, the full moon casts her sparkling light, and the roofs and turrets around me are bathed in glowing silvery lustre named Spring and Love is in the air. Thank you for your belief in Angel of Spring.
Happy Spring, Season of Love!