Thank you, Fly, for reminding these souths. Reading your blogs, I always feel harmony that comes from you. It is always pleasant to know that there are people who feel the same as you do: it makes me feel more confident. I try not to miss your blogs.
Oh! it's a pity that you have such unwelcome and importunate neighbours. I also prefer not to kill such creatures, but use some natural means. I found this interesting , maybe, it will help you:
During a crises my feelings are conserved, and I have a cold mind, which is working to correct the situation...all feelings and surprise: how could I do it - later...Having overcome a serious crisis in your life you realize that you will do survive anyhow... Crisis is a good lesson given to us.
Cat, you are right 100% . When an accident happens there isn't dog's fault - it is an animal, but its owner should have learned his dog's habits ( each breed of the dog has its own particular qualities) before adopting it and tried to meet his needs. In this case both of them will be happy, and his pet won't be dangerous for others.
I came from the country where we have a lot of gloomy days not seeing the Sun ( Sun for me is like a vitamin of joy), so, I often felt sadness. Then I prefer listening to my favourite music played by Richard Clayderman and Joshua Bell and go out to watch nature. Nature and music withdraw and dissolve my sorrows in their eternity; I feel myself being a part of the wonderful world, and my troubles seem to me miserable.
Rejection is unpleasant and a may be depressive sometimes, as it is a wreckage of your hopes and inspirations. Even though if you feel with your skin oncoming of it, you got upset hearing rejection. I think we feel so, because of the mismatch of self-rating and rating of you by others...Though, we understand that each result is a lesson to us to correlate our self estimate with other's opinion, you should have some time to recover...and to do next steps...
...and expression of exactly this individual's perception attracts us to the artworks - it doesn't matter if this is a book, a painting, a film, or music...
Thank you for this video!!! I have always admired people who are enthusiastically involved in what they are doing, especially at such age. A tremendous woman!!!
Thank you for this hearty blog. You bring warmth and heartiness to the CS space. I wish you joyful holidays and that all your dreams will come true next year...
There is sense in your words..."Psyche" (Greek) - is a soul - this is a woman who lives according to her heart, and a man is a logic - he relies more on his mind...
Mirrors... It always seems to me they are keeping some mystery... They are like windows from another world...and you see not yourself reflecting from the mirror... but, maybe, this is another I living in parallel world is coming to meet with me...
Here is link to this music. I'll be glad to hear your opinion. It seems to me he managed to describe its flitting with the help of flute. I hope you will also like his pictures of these birds. He has 2 feeders for them on his backyard and he buys flowers in pots to attract their attention.
Sometimes we fall into the trap trying to "save" our friends. At last it turns out that you are accused of all sins and especially for involving there your "innocent" friend ( often he is an initiator of this)...It happened to me several times...
I have always admired this bird, but had never seen it alive till I came to live here. Now I can watch them flitting from flower to flower in front of our house. My relative ( he is a composer) composed a melody and called it after this bird ( now it is played by musicians in many countries).
A wonderful poetic story!!! The whole truth about any woman! The question is - where is this man, who is able to see the beauty under all these scars...Frankly saying, the men are the same - and ,maybe, their "shell" is stronger, as they are more shy to bare their soul, because they are brought up to be always "strong"...Men, don't be ashamed to "show your soul" to a woman...
It is good that you notify us - I didn't know, as I am here from time to time...Goldy, don't be afraid - I hope - everything will be all right - all of us think of you, wishing you all the best...We are looking forward to your coming back
By the way, my son's name is Oleg -this is a Scandinavian name, I've chosen it because of beautiful spelling for me, but only now I realized, that vikings, whose name I gave him, were ginger...
My son was Celtic ginger - he has bright blue eyes - and even now, when the sun shines upon his hair, it flashing sparks, though he is becoming dark blonde...
When my youngest son was born, he was ginger like a sun beam, though I am darkhaired and my elder children were darkhaired too, his father had fair hair, but not ginger... Now my son has fair hair as his father had, but for me he still remains redhead - a sun beam in my life...
I am sorry if you have such circumstances...I had a granddaughter, and for two years we lived separately ( on different continents), but we communicated by Scype. Luckily, now we are living together, and I am glad to see that she sincerely missed me, when I was out on vacation...There is nothing more sincere than children's love....
The melody "Good bye , my love, good bye" sung by Demis Roussos always returns me to our school parties, where I was standing at the wall hoping that a boy will invite me for dance...my shyness, fear of the boys and desire to dance...
The first song which I remember is a popular Russian song of 60-s sung by Kristalinskaya (a Soviet singer)played during dances where my parents went. The melody overflowed our settlement of Russian specialists who helped to build Aswan water-power plant. I was 6. Since that time when I hear this melody I feel the heat of Sahara and see my young parents dancing ( my mother has already gone and my father soon will be 91...but in my memory they are still young)...
Namaron has given a wonderful understanding of soul. It doesn't have colour and gender, and its scale depends on how we "feed" it with good music, observing nature, thinking about what we read and see...The more it is growing the more kindness and generosity we can give ... I love flowers too -it seems to me we like flowers, animals, children for their sincerity, the lack of which we feel in everyday life...
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Thank you, Fly, for reminding these souths. Reading your blogs, I always feel harmony that comes from you. It is always pleasant to know that there are people who feel the same as you do: it makes me feel more confident. I try not to miss your blogs.