knock of memory

The memory awakens and releases my present from the lullabies of the past. Thus the gratitude enables to see the beauty everywhere I go and it leads me to the Wonderland. Your click on Welcome to Modus Vivendi will make us the fellow-travelers and open the door into the fairy-story.

how’s life?

Wow, as I started to calculate, I have realized how rich I am. I just lost the number of the smiles of people I had luck to meet with. I am hearing Hi! under my window every single day.

Memory is the magical healer… Love that we are receiving heals us, and the comprehension of the above doubles positive effects hundredfold- the consciousness enables the recognition of personal undeserving of the divine grace and thus the truth awakens. The gratitude challenges us to the sharing of the sunbeam and our humbleness becomes our wings. That’s the blogging. It is the application of the nice theory of the “tolerance” to practice of our daily walk. The tolerance is the application of our nice dreams to the practice of our daily walk. I would say that’s the definition of the art therapy  that blossoms out with the recognition of oneself in other.

memorabilia

The sky is gloomy today, but my report declares “all to the good”. The beauty consists of our approach to the life. That’s our outlook on ourselves.

Hope

Understanding of the beauty makes our reports wise, but kills the smile. Life enforces the revising of the archives.

Would it become my farewell?

While browsing through the web, I have got a lot of information. That look beautifully, but that hurt the most. Thus I know much more now. I feel what could be improved on my blog, but the knowledge gifts just sorrow for my impotency to purchase the needed computer programs for further work. I talked about the computer, but there are my health problems too. The medical issues darken my situation – double hundredfold my problems. The comprehension of the above threatens to change my joy for surviving after the crash of my head bones into the complaining for remaining alive.

Brrrr, is all above written by one who talked about the play with the sunbeam and spiritual oneness of the humanity just a second ago?

Unfortunately, while browsing the web I have got lots of information on how to reduce stress, fall asleep fast and the alike, but what for could serve all above in case I haven’t any chance to share these news with other? My society leave me just one right – the right to die with the diagnosis of psychiatric disorder.

The above hole is in the center of my nice town. It was made by the archaeologists for the history could help understand the present moment. While watching these excavations, I visualized the people who were building high palaces- drawing the pictures, writing the poetry… I looked at my my own grave.

I have some blogs now, yet can they change though some? What will remain? Would it make any difference? In any case, It would be just fantastic if these writings could reach the publisher. Could you help me? My own strength comes to the end and it is sorrowful to think I would leave our beautiful earth unknown like multitude of others who have dreamed a lot and nice.

New day raised up the old questions :

How much is the love?

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flowering of deadwood

“Content is The king and your blog is …” - thus the post on blogging begins. I hope you all will read what is that in the concrete for yourselve. I just wanted to thank Wakish Wonderz. His hearty article knocked at my heart and thus my awakened sense of the responsibility for the word rescued this post from complaints for the painful loss of my tools for the work – the depressing story of my impotency to change the current events was changed into the joyful announcement of what is worthy your reading indeed. Thank you dear Wakish.

My PhotoShop was broken and thus life made me the artist without a brush… so to say, I am rapidly approaching my farewell. Yet I still have my archives. The pictures aabove and below this post are my old sketches, but I think they will fit here now . The old sketches look as if they were designed specially for the current situation.

Wakish Wonderz writes “Since the medieval time, a King never lives without his Queen, in his Castle” and I too cant imagine my future without you, dear bloggers. Therefore I will greatly appreciate your click on the button “support the artist” that you will find on my website http://www.artmajeur.com/colourrain

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