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.
Thank You for today! Today is the significant day. 6 years ago I received a tiny ship named by Margarita from an angel’s hands in a white robe.
It happened at 9.45 am in the morning. Under epidural anaesthesia through bright light of medical lamp or it was sun light or the sum of the whole light of the Universe I had seen my daughter at the first time.
The song of the first cry of my child was breathtaking and indescribably beautiful. The orchestra of new life was playing Magnificat in C-Dur and I remember the Solo Soprano voice of Angel Anastasia: “Good morning! I am a neonatologist. Everything is all right with your child. My congratulations!”
Michael Cheval, the artist, illustrates on the paintings “On the Way of Destiny” my today’s thoughts.
The happiest moment of my life is
When I became a mother.
I have received a tiny ship
Named by Margarita from angel’s hands
In white-white robe.
My single aim is to deliver her to the Ocean…
The orchestra plays magnificent Magnificat in C-Dur by Telemann. Do you hear the first inspiration of a new life?
We love and enjoy our beautiful Way of Destiny. Happy Birthday, Margarita!
Thank You for this possibility to share our Way. Have a happy day!
Thank You for Your sparkling and reading eyes I am feeling now. The sharp joy to meet and feel You again is overflowing my whole Universe.
I was playing with a quantum particles on a waves of small village where in a pastoral landscapes and in Internet-free zone I read a very good book “Quantum Consciousness: The Guide to Experiencing Quantum Psychology” by Stephen Wolinsky. And I have to admit that the company of Stephen Wolinsky was great. Then when I thought about this post the artist, very gifted Michael Cheval jointed to us. We were floating on a waves of the Ocean of Quantum Consciousness and juggling a particles creating this reality where reading these words is possible.
You are on the same waves with us and you will find out its very soon.
Quantum physics has produced a stunning subatomic mosaic that demonstrates the underlying unity of the universe. So Quantum Consciousness is essentially unity consciousness. Quantum Psychology asks the practitioner (1) to observe (Sufi and Eastern traditions), (2) take responsibility and experience subjective reality (Westen psychotherapy), and (3) realize the observer is creating the act of observation its subjective thoughts, feelings, etc. (quantum physics).
“If one perceives the cosmos as mere jugglery conjured up by some juggler or magician, or sees the world as a painting… then they will experience great happiness” – I am reading in the book.
Stephen Wolinsky suggests the following Quantum Exercise – let’s do it together:”Close your eyes for a few minutes and think about or imagine that the world is just like juggling, like something produced by a juggler in the circus, and that everything is being constantly juggled very spontaneously, almost like a magician’s trick and that, somehow, everyone and everything landed this way.”
“Let your mind expand to imagine that the world is like juggling, a magician’s trick. Somehow, it all landed here, and everybody somehow lands where they do.”
Contemplate the freedom, if the world is just a magician’s trick.
Now open your eyes and look around – you are a juggler in creating the reality you observe. Are you feeling the waves of infinite freedom we are on now?
Thank You, thank You very much for creating the reality where Juggling Me and Juggling You is possible.
Thank You for the Flower of Life. It is the gift of Forgiveness. For visualising my thoughts I am happy to share with you warm, sunny and beautiful paintings by Andrea Bruek.
You know after publishing the previous post about the plane catastrophe I have met a really devastating sense of powerless and meaningless about life. As a snow ball is getting larger, circling around and around in a snow abyss, the ball of my dark and heavy thoughts was getting larger and larger until I was trapped completely in the cage of fears and doubts.
Please forgive me for this behaviour.
Forgiveness is our life long path. It is ongoing, always a work in progress. There is a place we can meet. You and me. I am waiting for you here. Please help me to stop recycling anger and blame.
With the flower of life by the words of Paul Ferrini I am asking: “From the depth of my soul, I call out for growth. I pray to be released from my burdens and to discover and express my gifts. From deep within my pain, I call for peace. From deep within my co-dependency, I call for the courage and the freedom to be myself, to forgive myself, and to forgive all others.”
Forgiveness is how we bring peace to ourselves and our world.
Thank You for your forgiveness and I am happily keeping your hand in mine here sitting on the bench of Peace.
Have a forgiving week!
Thank You for our hearts. Today in the mourning choir our hearts are weeping about 295 people dead in Malaysian jet crash. 80 children were aboard. How we can hold it? The statue tells more than words can describe…
Pain and the questions without answer are desperately pulsating in our hearts: Why? What for?
“Lacrimosa” from “Requiem for My Friend” by Zbigniew Preisner holds us in the Universe hands and our heart’s voices are expressing the pain of loss in the grand unison. When do we understand that we all are connected – tears in Ukraine are reflecting in our eyes now?! From Netherlands to Malaysia sharp pain is covering the whole world.
Where is the difference who is right or wrong if our children are dying because of war games a “very important” politicians play?
Ah! that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning
man for judgment must prepare him;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!
Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest,
grant them thine eternal rest.
Sorry I can not write. Tears are rolling down…
Thank you for your heart. I believe that we can make our world better even if our hearts are singing in the mourning choir – but we are singing in the grand unison together. Thank you for sharing with me my pain – I am much more better now.
I am lying on grass of sweet meadow. I feel beauty of July on my cheeks. Have a happy and sunny July!
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Thank You for the breeze of tenderness I am feeling on my cheek now.
…Serene shore in silent morning
Orchids of orange joy
Lovers as natural as waves
Children laughing in the breeze
Ships as mystical as stars
How can I make you feel beautiful?..
The interrupted sleep by Francois Boucher, 1750
Have a tender weekend!
Thank You for this morning. I am so happy to celebrate my first today’s hours with bird’s singing and happy writing.
This morning was going to be happy for inhabitants of Brest Fortress 73 years ago… Ordinary people, cooks, musicians, soldiers, doctors, civilians become suddenly, on this fateful morning, heroes, they want it or not, they like it or not.
On 22 June 1941, soon after 3am, the first German shells smashed into the Soviet frontier fortress of Brest – Hitler’s Operation Barbarossa had begun. Today is the first day of the Second World War on the territory of my country.
Persistent rumors that the Germans were cranking up preparations for a breakthrough on the border were considered as sabotage and eventually suppressed. The initial artillery fire took the absolutely unprepared fortress by surprise.
“- This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense, – This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense…”
The Germans had allowed twelve hours to secure the area, but it took them nine days! The Brest Fortress became the place where the invaders lost 5% of their East Front deadcount within the first week of war.
One of the dramatic pages of defence of the Brest fortress was an acute water shortage. The approaches to the water were fired – a lot of fighters and commanders died trying to obtain precious drops.
The walls of the red citadel keeps the last good bye from unnamed hero: “We’ll die but we’ll not leave the fortress”. “I’m dying but I won’t surrender. Farewell, Motherland. 20.VII.41.
The heroic defence of Brest is the legend of the Second World War on the Eastern Front. The film “Brestskaya Krepost” (“Fortress of War”) tells much more. Strongly recommended.
Thank You for this possibility to share with you something really important. We live and we have to remember the price for our today’s happy and peaceful morning.