all I had to do was just to look and not to forget

… people encounter the reality of the toys of their childhood that currently awakes just in midnights.

Where are you, my lovely stories? What causes the Light to disguise herself under the FAIRY tales?

hiding in a shot

even the dirt look nice … when snow cover him. Then everything becomes white and high discussions on “the Art&the world” leave the stage to the personalities-to you

miracle of the love

We all have heard a story “7 Wonders of the World” steen thousand times.

However, let’s look at it once more.

The miracle is not a success to master something extraordinary, but the human capacities to see, to hear, to touch, to taste, to feel, to laugh and to love.

In other words, the miracles differ between judging by appearances, but our spirit blossoms the same as at near Egypt’s Great Pyramids so in St. Peter;s Basilica or on China’s Great Wall.

The failure to discern that produces a mess and puts us in despair. That’s why there are just 7 Wonders, while they should be recognized in every single our step

whishpering of art colors

… the depth of our steps is defined by our love to other

My blog Candleday was featured by windiepink – artists of the seven
You may click above and read these lovely words. However, let me share my reply.

Dear Tiandra,
Your lovely words deeply touched me. Thank you . However, not my colors but YOUR ATTIDUDE is the treasure you are talking about. My artworks are just a reflection of the glorious radiation of the Divine Spirit who flows through us when we trust in God and recognize ourselves in the eyes of each other.
That’s the news that cries for sharing with all.
Thank you for the help to do that.

What good have you done?

I checked my postbox and ran over the titles.
Members of the common council were asked by the correspondent:
“What good have you done to the town you live in?”

That was all I have managed to read in today’s newspaper, because I addressed this question to myself and so the deep research has started.
Though I didn’t belong to the council, and nobody would question me, the one who meditates at the window of his home, but each of us should question himself prior judging other.
The numerous complaints will fall silent then, and the air of our dwelling-place will become much more refreshing than we are used to breathe currently.

wow, I’m alive till now

At a beach, sea kisses fine sand and the bare feet seal a story about the beauty of our footprints … The nature creates the metaphors that are incredible rich with insights into the mystery of our inner world that shapes everything we see or handle.
There is just one problem. The waves hide our footprints, and just one question remains:
was it my choice?

the depth of our steps is defined by our love to other

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
- Mahatma Gandhi

To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.
- Lewis B. Smedes

Awakening of stones

today I found the quote that makes clear that the light shines alike all over the Earth.

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”
Martin Luther King Jr.

a twist of fate

It’s very easy to throw away empty pack of cigarettes and don’t bother over where concretely it will land while moving the dirty street crowded with various scrap heaps. However, the same person will critically examine his appearance prior entering the hall of some palace and will look for a dustbin for completing the same action.
We reason nice about the dependence of our actions on our consciousness. However, who could deny all mentioned above? What does that mean? Does that points to the decisive impact of our environment on our behavior or just reveals the weakness of the personal faith?