In the beginning there was … Love & Beauty & Life & Light & Spark & Prosperity & Style & Soul & Bliss & Happiness & Wonder & Joy & Courage & Vision & Solidarity & Childhood & Freedom & Dream & Faith.
And then their step-brothers and step-sisters – hatred, lust, death, darkness, poverty, plague, immorality, scandal, despair, expectation, sorrow, envy, blindness, ego, greed, cynicism, grievance, hunger, terror, fear, bullies – made room and started messing things up … all for a reason, a very basic reason: to make our life more worth treasuring, every single day, every single moment.
I started this blog from a purely egocentric need: a need to remind myself of beauty and love.
In the beginning there was … Love & Beauty & …whatever we wish for!
I was looking to upgrade our bedtime stories. With Jessica Joelle Alexander’s recommendation http://www.jessicajoellealexander.com I found “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein.
The book was first published more that 50 years ago.
The book teaches the value of nurturing relations in a mutually beneficial way. It helps to explain to children that a balanced give-and-take is a good foundation for friendships they begin to develop.
It is a heartfelt story of a relationship between boy and a tree. At first, their relationship is loving and mutually nurturing.
It is a story about faithfulness and borderless generosity: As the boy grows, so do his demands for entertainment and support. The tree is a constant supplier and satisfies all his needs with all it has until it becomes a stump. The tree demands nothing in return. It is just happy to be there for the boy.
A beautiful story for bedtime reading. For both children and adults.
In a doctor’s waiting room, a very talkative grandmother tries to get her granddaughter’s attention. The 15 year old tries to read. The dialogue goes like this:
– You can read your book at home.
– I can read and listen to you at the sane time, grandmother. I finally learned how to do it.
– You can keep your book. In my younger days, I was reading books all night long. I was 18.
– I am 15, grandmother.
– You can still read your book at home. What’s in you backpack?
– School things.
– Look at this! The grandmother seems surprised by the way the girl’s colorful backpack is made.
She then goes on about the lost value of Christmas, her neighbor crazy driving, religious tolerance … .
The appointment was for the young lady. I thought “How sweet! The grandmother accompanied her grandchild!” I almost wished she would never stop talking. I wished she would turn to me to get me to listen while waiting for her granddaughter to come out of the doctor’s office.
Then I got it. It’s their special thing: a 85 year old grandmother – 15 year old granddaughter dialogue, tune, reverberation.
Here is to all sweet grandmothers-granddaughters joy of sharing!
“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” – Dalai Lama
Today is the International Day to Stop the Violence against Women. Campaigns and signs of solidarity are all over the internet.
I think about my family’s history. And the history of so many families touched by violence.
– He gave me a slap on my face, only once, was one of my grandmother’s recollection if her 35 years of marriage, shortened by the war and grandfather’s early departure.
By her world standards, this was a violence-free marriage. In a rural soviet medium, violence was omni-present yet unspoken. It was seen on women faces and bodies, yet left unnoticed. By the church, by the community… .
My grandmother knew nothing about human rights or Conventions. Yet, she gave me the strength to never accept any act of violence be it mental or physical. She gave it to me by the belief that she is always by my side.
As a child I witnessed violence in the soviet illusion of violence free communities. You got quickly to see that the ideal family projected on the soviet propaganda TV was in stark contrast with the reality. What women who suffered quietly needed was to know that there is someone by their side. They still need it today.
On days of campaigns like this, I ask myself: what can I do? Can I be someone by their side? Can we be someone by their side? So that they find the strength they need to live the life they deserve as human beings.
For the sunshine which inspired us to work faster to go out and enjoy it
A new discovery – the Rooms Hotel in Vera neighborhood. The hotel gets my Client satisfaction award of the year on food, comfort, and genuine smiles of the personnel.
Finding the proper tune with new partners on an uneasy topic
Finding a dose of oxygen in Oxygen roof top bar at Radisson in great company.
For a heartwarming meeting with my dear Georgian friends at Lolita. Cool atmosphere. Very good food.
For the yellow belt for my kid on the occasion of her successfully passing the master’s test while mommy is in mission. Bakar, you made our day. Illimited gratitude.
Superb white roses in full bloom in November
Kudos to street artists with a clear message. Find it!
“A man is likely to mind his own business when it is worth minding. When it is not, he takes his mind off his own meaningless affairs by minding other people’s business.” Eric Hoffer.
Never mind, never mind! 🙂
for an immersion into pure warm Summer and Sun filled days with feet spoiled by the freshness of the sea
Yoga on sunrise on my balcony
the fun of feeding birds on the beach
the hilarous coffee drinking pidgeons, when waiters and customers were not looking. They were quick- managed no picture :). No prints. No proof 😉
letting us discover the other you up the mountain
the gorgeous Japanese garden, where all has a meaning of itsown and the city noise resigns in front of the serene spirit of stone lamps
a little trip to Africa in the Le Jardin de la Petite Afrique
a special vanille monegasque-framboise macaron.
snacks at Costa, the royal supplier; and its unforgetful pecan cookies
the walks on your old city narrow streets
the cuteness of fish at the Oceanographic museum. And for getting to know a bit more about our impact on oceans and your turtles saving project.
a special cafe gourmand
getting lost in multiple passages and the joy of finding our way just around the corner
the generosity of plant growers, offering baby-plants to anyone wanting one
Le Meridien Hotel, where we felt at home and treated royally.