How we met: A Dream

Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sunlight. I was speechless as I watched you leaning against the rail. You are was been so beautiful, I thought as I saw you, a vision that I could never find in anyone else.I slowly began to walk toward you, and when you finally turned to me, I noticed that others had been watching you as well. "Do you know her?" they asked me in jealous whispers, and as you smiled at me I simply answered with the truth, "Better than I know myself."

5-minute healing massage

This little video of mine shows a simple healing massage technique and it is on a contest on citizen.tv. You can do this massage every day for 5 minutes to relieve a headache, fatigue of the eyes, or if you have colds. It fortifies the immune system and improves general health. You may use it alone or with medications. Please vote for me - rate me stars on the site citizen.tv! You fill find them just under the video. Registration is required, but citizen.tv is a fun site and it would be cool to receive their email once in a while, as a reminder. Thank you! Here is the link to follow.

Tell-Tale Tulips

This March, it's snowy here. On March the 8th, here, in Russia, it's an official holiday. And it's like Mother's Day in the USA or Great Britain. Tradition goes that women are offered tulips. They sell them in every flower shop and kiosk. Red, white, pink, yellow... Mimosa and roses can hardly beat tulips this day. Tulips are really the celebrity.  
This year, they are very much in the spirit of Sylvia Plath. Tulips are like wild tigers in their cages. Staring from inside into the snowy street. Any flower would look exotic in the land of snow. It's like the black tulip of Alexandre Dumas among other tulips. It's outstanding. Somewhat challenging. 

The only day when flower shops are crowded by men. Then crispy snow under their feet like a crispy tulip wrapper. 
For one day maybe, Russia looks like Holland - the tulip land.Tulips in the land of snow are as exotic as snow in the land of tulips... I imagine Dutch fields of blossoming tulips covered with snow... Taken unawares, suddenly in the middle of the spring, tulips look like delicious desserts in a white cold glaze that would melt on your tongue and lips. But it rarely snows there when they blossom. 

The Spirit of Anna Karenina in the Air

We might ask ourselves, whether Anna Karenina was a concrete person or whether Leo Tolstoi recollected her from several women he knew... We could also suppose that she is a female archetype, inhabiting our psyche. 
There is much more truth on a personal level than on a social one. 
Was there any way for a woman to reconcile these two realities - personal and social? Could Anna give up her real love-life for the sake of social "well-being"? What she did instead was try to make her dream come true, and die when it didn't work...
That's the dilemma: what do you prefer? To stay true to yourself and break the limits or stay true to the limits and - constantly - break yourself. What a sacrifice to make either way...
Women like that are a real challenge for the society. What can society offer Anna Karenina to make her happy, satisfied, fulfilled, actualized? So far, only trials, and those are traumatizing.

Anna Karenina, 2012

A Dream Come True

We are occasional visitors - tourists - spending a night in a hotel. I wake up in the morning, go to the door and sneak peek in the corridor. I see you there, suddenly, you are walking so slow. You look into my eyes. I know - it's a signal. I follow you... I am in your room already... You want a kiss.. I bend over you as if to kiss you, but turn you around, and put a scarf over your eyes, kiss your beautiful neck, make you wear jewelry. You sigh, you breathe deeper - I know why...

Morning Love

Waking up next to your beloved princess wearing nothing but jewelry would be a dream come true!

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