http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-16184487
White Christmas invented by Charles Dickens.
A song -psalm on hope piotr_rubik,psalm_mojej_nadziei.html
Daffodil Wishes
Find in your heart a little hope.
22 December 2011
8 September 2011
Rembering
There is a time when clock stops and there are no more phone calls.
I will always remember you Aniu, and sunflowers you loved. The energy you had, your warm colours, love of dancing,gospel music, languages and people. Thank you for the time of close conversations shared together, your support, beauty and willingness to live.
I hope you are in the sun surrounded by sun and blooming sunflowers.
I miss the conversations which will not happen any more. I thought that you will be here all the time. I was looking for a song for you when I found out that you left us. This is a song.
How can I help you to say goodbye - Karen Taylor Angels Wings http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Anux4pwInV8&feature=related.
We live in the flicker.
We live in the flicker.
2 September 2011
An inner Gift
Deep inside of "Self" are hidden pearls and see-shells. That is why the most precious is what is inside. At rough time when we feel smashed into a thousand pieces, the invisible can turn out to be more precious. Each broken fragment can be meticoulusly placed back where it belonged.
Being aware of your talents, gifts can give you strength at tougher times: time of meditation,disillusionment or creation.
A song by Karen Taylor "Small Victories" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4Sx3SNJvEs&feature=related
Being aware of your talents, gifts can give you strength at tougher times: time of meditation,disillusionment or creation.
A song by Karen Taylor "Small Victories" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4Sx3SNJvEs&feature=related
28 August 2011
Pandora's Box
For without feeling sorrow, extreme disappointment, despair, misery, misfortune and pain nobody would have searched hope. Because of this there is a need for a grain of hope. In other words it is unavoidable and it started so early on the Earth.
Many years ago, incidentally, a mythical Pandora - a goddess - was given a beautiful box which she was not to open under any circumstance. However, she was extremely curious and could not resist. Eventually she opened the box-jar. All evil contained escaped. Threatened she managed to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar had escaped, except Hope.
If we can keep on hoping, things can be different.
Many years ago, incidentally, a mythical Pandora - a goddess - was given a beautiful box which she was not to open under any circumstance. However, she was extremely curious and could not resist. Eventually she opened the box-jar. All evil contained escaped. Threatened she managed to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar had escaped, except Hope.
If we can keep on hoping, things can be different.
21 July 2011
20 July 2011
The melody of feelings and colours in songs,
A song about being Kinder by Karen Taylor http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQFAYq6SCJo
And here is actually one particular singing that we all have feelings REAL
For the vacation is good to embrace yourself with TRUE COLOURS by Cyndi Lauper http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbZDjnWtK1A
Last night I saw that movie, the one about the wooden boy
The good news is he could feel no sadness,
The bad news is he could feel no joy
And it hit me hard, a puppet on a shelf
So when he wished on a far-off star you know I made the same wish for myself
I wanna be real, real
Drop the act take off the mask and feel….
Real
Well I’ve been goin’ through the motions, pulled by invisible strings
And I’ve pushed down the hurt and I’ve held back the tears and
Covered up the dreams
But beneath it all, trying hard to breathe
The Me I buried long ago is screaming to break free
I wanna be real, real
Drop the act take off the mask and feel….
Real, I wanna be real
Let the fear go, let the heart show, let the world see me
I wanna be real….
And goodbye wooden heart, and goodbye painted smile
I wanna dance in a crowd, I wanna laugh out loud
I wanna act like a fool, I wanna be uncool
I wanna cry when I hurt, I wanna sweat when I work
I want help when I fall, I wanna feel it, feel it all…………..
I wanna be real………take off the mask be real….let my heart show, real….
I wanna be real
And here is actually one particular singing that we all have feelings REAL
For the vacation is good to embrace yourself with TRUE COLOURS by Cyndi Lauper http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbZDjnWtK1A
Last night I saw that movie, the one about the wooden boy
The good news is he could feel no sadness,
The bad news is he could feel no joy
And it hit me hard, a puppet on a shelf
So when he wished on a far-off star you know I made the same wish for myself
I wanna be real, real
Drop the act take off the mask and feel….
Real
Well I’ve been goin’ through the motions, pulled by invisible strings
And I’ve pushed down the hurt and I’ve held back the tears and
Covered up the dreams
But beneath it all, trying hard to breathe
The Me I buried long ago is screaming to break free
I wanna be real, real
Drop the act take off the mask and feel….
Real, I wanna be real
Let the fear go, let the heart show, let the world see me
I wanna be real….
And goodbye wooden heart, and goodbye painted smile
I wanna dance in a crowd, I wanna laugh out loud
I wanna act like a fool, I wanna be uncool
I wanna cry when I hurt, I wanna sweat when I work
I want help when I fall, I wanna feel it, feel it all…………..
I wanna be real………take off the mask be real….let my heart show, real….
I wanna be real
18 July 2011
Listen
Education and Poverty
http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/learningenglish/general/sixminute/2011/06/110630_6min_english_poverty_page.shtml
Wrong pronounciation
http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/learningenglish/general/sixminute/2011/06/110630_6min_english_poverty_page.shtml
Wrong pronounciation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxjK_rGepio&NR=1
Stress
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAZVHFE3Dh8&NR=1
Time of relaxation
There is some magic in Israeli dances. Both the music and dance is powerful. Israeli people feel the music inside them. They feel some kind of unity and attachment. Israeli dance is often performed in a circle. They dance together sometimes at Arab and Hindu rhymes. They join different cultures, religions and races. They are open in their music towards others. The dance is often a prayer. While dancing differences disappear. People unite and stop seeing differences. I met a friendly “Yachad group”, which dance contemporary folk Israeli dances. The people in a group like each other and like dancing together. They have got enormous power to make new friendships. Dancing is a good and relaxing time.
http://www.israelidances.pl/
How sensitive to music people are, how it soothes our souls.
http://www.israelidances.pl/
How sensitive to music people are, how it soothes our souls.
15 July 2011
13 July 2011
To The Lighthouse
Lighthouse does not give light during a day.The stroke of the lighthouse, the sunbeams help to see some shades of colours even on a dark night. In the dark we look for a light.
A Giraffe Language - language of heart
There must be another better world, more happier one. Somewhere there, where you can meet yourself and accept yourself. It is the world of non-violent communication towards yourself and others. It is a universe based on method developed by Marshall Rosenberger. The empathic “Giraffe language” or language of heart. We all experience feelings and all of them are worthy. Behind these feelings are different needs we want to fulfill. Our feelings often cry out for the unfulfilled needs. It is good to be aware of this fact and listen more attentively yourself and other people. This New World is the world of feelings and needs.
11 July 2011
"Daffodil" a poem by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
4 April 2011
13 January 2011
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