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The cobalt blue clouds spread their magic bright The forest trees are richly finding light Amid narcissus fields in another time Having eaten dinner early we away go Wondering through stone and river bed I turn to him, He is a sunshine to behold He promises to return. From where he is being sent Perhaps the clouds will comfort His weary soul and heart I know he must depart And yet I hold on tight, for heaven's sake. Amid the farm, we grew up together All livestock bred and fed The field was plowed, the doorways closed. Our world was safe, I loved you to the end. This love of my heart. I hold you in my memory. Yet not knowing how to remember you well. Alone. I see you in a chair. A kiss farewell, Before you go to war. That takes your life forever from me. So youthful and joyful, we were back then. Just ice skating hand-in-hand. Another lifetime. Other names. And Peter understood. And maybe I did too. We were the ones. We made a choice to care and stay. We didn't want, the war to blind us. To shred our hearts to pieces, yet The powers that be were told. Our peaceful countryside. The peace preserved. My sweetheart, maybe this God of Yours is you. He shines in your eyes So true! I never met a sweeter time. When we were children. We were just daffodils and cherubs to behold. Without much tragedies or tears. When the bread was bread And wine was wine. Who made us so divine? He did call out to us! Yes, we are still his at heart! And chosen by the Higher One. A good Teacher, he came to be. Of Elohim, Yahweh, and Adonai. Who could we be but ourselves? The Lord had changed us a lot. Perhaps my Pushkin text did rot. Or what did Tolstoy said - to justify the means to rule with iron like he does. How is it that he spoke to God? How did he know of our complexity and faith? What did Pilatus say to Jesus, today? Other than come aboard, and stay. Be a guest in my house, innocence. He's compassion. By Him life is saved and given faith to rise again, or lest be never heard at all. I breath the confidence of God, who has together wept, woven, and created day. Or was it goddess? Was it she? I pray for unity of these spheres. I pray for elegance each day. Foe or friend, you know who you are. If you are the lover of my soul and heart, remain. But if wickedness and judgement or scorn do rise, then love you more, but change your way. Have faith my darling that this earth is not remorse It's joy and singing form each day. We just don't hear them well enough to see. I know this beauty is another day. I know this memory gives way. Yet I faithfully pursue this path. I see you and I see how this is universe beyond me. I pray for confidence to be myself and just to be A faithful heart and to be loved and faithfully love back. This life is stranger than The Hours, Than whatever else Is seen and known. I see this in dimentions and I pray that the Lord keeps me faithfully and does not harshly change his mind this day. My learning will be a gradual stairway, yet maybe halls and rooms too. There's so much new and so much that I can do. So much potential to remember this rainy day. In rain we were conceived, given birth to, and relieved. I love you. February 15, 2018. Copyright, Olga Dvornikova.
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Today is Wednesday, January 17th and there is snow outside and on my balcony. The white snowflakes meander and traverse into branches of the trees. The woods become like beautiful paintings from long ago. A forest asleep. Highlighted in white, like rays of light. Covered in a mystical white mist the forest indeed looks enchanted. It's possible that unicorns would be appropriate in these elements since days like today show us the magical aspect of an otherwise mundane world.
It's often so beautiful and calm. It's a peaceful area to observe, but it does not call out to me as much as snow called out to me in childhood. On days like today the neighborhood children do go sledding and it's a joy to see them go. Reminding me that snow will always be a delight for children and a delight to their hearts. Growing up, I had a great deal to do with snow. Back in my home country, we did not have a car, so I would often walk to and from school (in both cold winter and rain.) For winter we had really warm shoes "valenki" and for rain we had "galoshi." We simply knew how to deal with the various weather elements that nature threw at us. Many generations of surviving in the Russian winters does that were you just grow that understanding. Most children in United States, myself included, usually did not have to do as much walking to school, but for me it was a vigorous experience. Although I would not want to repeat it now, I remember it with fondness. Sometimes I had even skied to school which was a few miles away. The snow covered the streets so completely that skiing was the only safe method of transportation. But on a day like today, there is only the question of how to stay warm! There are some ways that I enjoy staying warm:
The Nutcracker story is a classic German fairy tale story about a Christmas evening when magic of Christmas transforms one child's experience into a fairy tale. It's a traditional fairy tale that delights both children and adults. For more information:
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