The Brave Tin Soldier (by H.Ch.Andersen)
“He only looked at her and they both remained silent. Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. (…) Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone.” Passive acceptance of fate, and it bores.
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Can you imagine me ‘coming with the winds of Tara’ & wearing a red dress? Tomorrow, in the day of Love and Fertility, I will be Scarlett… This is how I’m going to celebrate the Chinese New Year & as Prya said it on Twitter: acoording to tradition, red color drives away bad luck…
Leonardo da Vinci’s sketch of the „Vitruvian Man”
He & She
O-SCAR—let
It’s up to you what to choose: 1] “OSCAR” (God’s spear) or 2] O(h) scar… Of course, not separately, but only together “He & She” can be the divine spear… ONLY TOGETHER.
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‘I don’t give a damn’ about my scars. Not my success, but my defeats, give me more strength — and that builds more muscle…
P.S. Valdai Hills, Russia: “Камень сопряжён с женским началом Бога и знаменует эпоху Женщины.” The Lia Fail.
Thank you vicky.
this video fits in :o)
they really balance well the beauty of the music with their spoons done by practice, practice, practice.
this is what it says to me.
Had this dream last night. I am walking with my mother (who died in September from cancer). She is frail, tiny. I propose to take her in my arms to go on for the rest of the distance. As I hold her, she asks me why I am doing that action. In my dream, I try to find the words to explain why. I woke up this morning, and as I was writing as I do each morning what came is why do I have to always explain. The answer is simple: Because I have affection for you mother. And I realize I still have difficulty to say because I love you. Why? I did not have difficulty that much to say I love you to my children, to my father … but to my mother, yes. Why? Because I was hurt in that relationship. Because I wanted to be happy and was doing things to make her happy in order to be happy. In that dream, I was doing to make her happy more than for me. I was taking her in my arms because I wanted to give her support, help … because I simply have affection for her … love. Because I wanted her to be able to pursue on that walk we were doing and that she appreciated. I had difficulty during my relation to my husband to say the words “I love you” … because he hurt me in many ways and for me if I said “I love you” it was because I felt happy and secure in the relation, which I rarely did. But this morning, I discover that I have and had affection for that man, for that was the reason I tried my best to make that relation work. So, I loved him and still love him, even if we are apart. Love is that universal ingredient. Depending on the link, it has different mixtures that come into it. With my husband, adding to the ingredient of the closeness of the bodies, we could taste the pleasure of tow bodies who express their affection in a way that is not with family, mother, father, children, friends. The expression of the true love is different, have different ways to be expressed, but at the bottom lies the true love that goes beyond the hurt, the ego … true love is that sensibility, that affection that wants to give to the other what we wish to receive … kindness, understanding, forgiving. Even if my mother is no longer there, and the relation to my husband is terminated in an intimate way, I still have inside of me love for those and affection and wish them happiness. That love still be inside me is the important thing. That is respecting who I am … someone who wants to be true to her essence.
Very touching, dear Jo.!in fact , as to me, it’s easy to say love to my husband and child or other people arround me but difficult to say it to my parents, yes I do love them although the love is for they are my parents who brought me to this world and raise me up with full of efforts, I understand their hard work at raising me and their love to me but I feel there are gaps between us, I can’t share my feelings with them, I wish I can depend on them when I feel sad , but I know I can’t , maybe it’s the problem between many child with parents, so I love them and feel gratitude with them, but I can’t speak love to them heartly!if I say: mommy, I love you, I’d feel like I ‘m lying !But if I say : mommy , I feel so thanks to you! That’s from my deep heart!
Dear Jojo, I thank you for your sharing. Your story is the candle of hope. It seems that until we ourselves are alive, we continue the dialogue with the persons we hold dear to the heart when they are parties. Thank you for your light :)
yes, that’s true.
Love is freedom, is peace. So we just should feel our heart and listen to its sound, we should respect our partner’s personal sanctum.
Love is everything…
No matter how old we are physically on this earth, we are but six year-old children in intelligence when it comes to the Universe. God and Goddess are communicating and giving us the basic knowledge that our primal minds can understand. Those of us who keep going “out there” by risking without fear, and learning to love that … which is eternally good about ourselves and others, will be enlightened as heavenly beings provide us with a little extra light/knowledge as they see fit. There is so much for us yet to learn. I am game, are you?
the music competed with the pictures for me….
I loved the big feet of the first chick that left its egg – what work :o)
have a great weekend, thelma.
-k
Thank you dear Thelma, it’s marvellous to see much love with the swans…so natural ! With music of Tchaikovski, it’s perfect. Thank you for the sharing :)
The Brave Tin Soldier (by H.Ch.Andersen)
“He only looked at her and they both remained silent. Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. (…) Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone.” Passive acceptance of fate, and it bores.
>>>
Can you imagine me ‘coming with the winds of Tara’ & wearing a red dress? Tomorrow, in the day of Love and Fertility, I will be Scarlett… This is how I’m going to celebrate the Chinese New Year & as Prya said it on Twitter: acoording to tradition, red color drives away bad luck…
SCARlet = ”red”
>>>
http://www.philipresheph.com/demodokos/helen/demorgan.jpg
Leonardo da Vinci’s sketch of the „Vitruvian Man”
He & She
O-SCAR—let
It’s up to you what to choose: 1] “OSCAR” (God’s spear) or 2] O(h) scar… Of course, not separately, but only together “He & She” can be the divine spear… ONLY TOGETHER.
>>>
‘I don’t give a damn’ about my scars. Not my success, but my defeats, give me more strength — and that builds more muscle…
P.S. Valdai Hills, Russia: “Камень сопряжён с женским началом Бога и знаменует эпоху Женщины.” The Lia Fail.
I find this weeks quote so humbling, have been struggling with wanting a person, never quite considering his happiness.
shining as one… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV0IcFyXUWs Is the titel of this piece of music referring to the false note in the info? ;-)
Lots of love,
Vicky
Brilliant ! HUGS to the Hug man 2
:)
Thank you, Vicky, for sharing. Yehudi Menuhin a … humble …GENIUS!
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Thank you vicky.
this video fits in :o)
they really balance well the beauty of the music with their spoons done by practice, practice, practice.
this is what it says to me.
Thank you very much for this magic moment…I love :)
Light & Love,
Had this dream last night. I am walking with my mother (who died in September from cancer). She is frail, tiny. I propose to take her in my arms to go on for the rest of the distance. As I hold her, she asks me why I am doing that action. In my dream, I try to find the words to explain why. I woke up this morning, and as I was writing as I do each morning what came is why do I have to always explain. The answer is simple: Because I have affection for you mother. And I realize I still have difficulty to say because I love you. Why? I did not have difficulty that much to say I love you to my children, to my father … but to my mother, yes. Why? Because I was hurt in that relationship. Because I wanted to be happy and was doing things to make her happy in order to be happy. In that dream, I was doing to make her happy more than for me. I was taking her in my arms because I wanted to give her support, help … because I simply have affection for her … love. Because I wanted her to be able to pursue on that walk we were doing and that she appreciated. I had difficulty during my relation to my husband to say the words “I love you” … because he hurt me in many ways and for me if I said “I love you” it was because I felt happy and secure in the relation, which I rarely did. But this morning, I discover that I have and had affection for that man, for that was the reason I tried my best to make that relation work. So, I loved him and still love him, even if we are apart. Love is that universal ingredient. Depending on the link, it has different mixtures that come into it. With my husband, adding to the ingredient of the closeness of the bodies, we could taste the pleasure of tow bodies who express their affection in a way that is not with family, mother, father, children, friends. The expression of the true love is different, have different ways to be expressed, but at the bottom lies the true love that goes beyond the hurt, the ego … true love is that sensibility, that affection that wants to give to the other what we wish to receive … kindness, understanding, forgiving. Even if my mother is no longer there, and the relation to my husband is terminated in an intimate way, I still have inside of me love for those and affection and wish them happiness. That love still be inside me is the important thing. That is respecting who I am … someone who wants to be true to her essence.
Love, Jojo.
Very touching, dear Jo.!in fact , as to me, it’s easy to say love to my husband and child or other people arround me but difficult to say it to my parents, yes I do love them although the love is for they are my parents who brought me to this world and raise me up with full of efforts, I understand their hard work at raising me and their love to me but I feel there are gaps between us, I can’t share my feelings with them, I wish I can depend on them when I feel sad , but I know I can’t , maybe it’s the problem between many child with parents, so I love them and feel gratitude with them, but I can’t speak love to them heartly!if I say: mommy, I love you, I’d feel like I ‘m lying !But if I say : mommy , I feel so thanks to you! That’s from my deep heart!
Dear Jojo, I thank you for your sharing. Your story is the candle of hope. It seems that until we ourselves are alive, we continue the dialogue with the persons we hold dear to the heart when they are parties. Thank you for your light :)
Light & Love,
yes, that’s true.
Love is freedom, is peace. So we just should feel our heart and listen to its sound, we should respect our partner’s personal sanctum.
Love is everything…
No matter how old we are physically on this earth, we are but six year-old children in intelligence when it comes to the Universe. God and Goddess are communicating and giving us the basic knowledge that our primal minds can understand. Those of us who keep going “out there” by risking without fear, and learning to love that … which is eternally good about ourselves and others, will be enlightened as heavenly beings provide us with a little extra light/knowledge as they see fit. There is so much for us yet to learn. I am game, are you?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rv6-Jc5De_w&feature=related
Have a nice evening.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
the music competed with the pictures for me….
I loved the big feet of the first chick that left its egg – what work :o)
have a great weekend, thelma.
-k
Yes when I saw it in Youtube, Katie, I loved it and I wanted to share the beauty with you!
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Dear Thelma,
Those little ones taking their first cruise, how lovely!
Have a nice evening too.
Lots of love,
Vicky
Hi Vicky! The title of the music ‘Morning’ is also the … morning of a NEW LIFE!
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Thank you dear Thelma, it’s marvellous to see much love with the swans…so natural ! With music of Tchaikovski, it’s perfect. Thank you for the sharing :)
Light & Love,
Wonderful
Love, Jojo.
Thank you for the sharing Hildegarde, so beautiful and inspiring :))
Light & Love,
The purest love I felt is for my offspring, I want the best for them.
me 2.
nice beginning for a weekend :o)
C’est magnifique! Merci Hildegarde.