Tuesday, December 28, 2010

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011!

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TO ALL MY FRIENDS

Thank you dear friends
For the companion online
Where music resides, lovely sounds
For the soul and for people hearts

Music is such a treasure
And a wonderful Art
People throughout the ages
were not able to live without

Music is love, happiness
And joy, music is a treasure
Without of measure, makes us happy
with a pleasure of the great sound

Enjoy different types of songs
Vocal or instrumental, Classical
Jazz, Blues, Pop, Rock, Indies
Or African tunes very unique

To all dear friends abroad
Saying goodbye to the old year
my wishes for you from my heart
Love, peace, happiness and joy

I love to thank you All
For the wonderful friendship
For your kindness and love
Friendship that I cherish a lot!

Sing a song filled with love
To all people around the Globe
Happy New Year, dear All
Blessings from God, Peace and joy!

December – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial

Thursday, December 16, 2010

TO HELEN KELLER



TRIBUTE CHANNEL


Helen Keller Quotes

Enjoy our collection of inspirational words of wisdom in these Helen Keller quotes. Helen Keller was born in 1880 and died in 1968. She became deaf and blind when she was just a baby of 19 months. As a child she was uncontrollable and her parents enlisted the help of Anne Sullivan. Anne Sullivan opened Helen's world by patiently teaching the young child. Her story has been told in books and in film. Enjoy these famous words of wisdom in inspirational quotes by Helen Keller:

Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement.
Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.
~ Helen Keller

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
~ Helen Keller

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.
~ Helen Keller

Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness.
It is not attained through self-gratification
but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
~ Helen Keller

All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
~ Helen Keller

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch,
but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
~ Helen Keller

One can never consent to creep
when one feels an impulse to soar.
~ Helen Keller

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.
~ Helen Keller

Alone we can do so little;
together we can do so much.
~ Helen Keller

Knowledge is love and light and vision.
~ Helen Keller

The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes,
but also by the aggregate of tiny pushes of each honest worker.
~ Helen Keller

The highest result of education is tolerance.
~ Helen Keller

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.
~ Helen Keller

"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us."
~ Helen Keller

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
~ Helen Keller

(American Author and Educator who was blind and deaf. 1880-1968)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

LOVE IS...

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A PRECIOUS FEELING

There are many wonderful
faces around, man and woman
can be found, those searching love
Some young, some older SEARCHING love

Often times not so easy to find,
So many men searching for the one
Love that is so special, that makes
the World go around and round

Love that is wanted, needed
We are not the same without love
Love is a special bond, which makes
your heart at ease, filled with peace

A heart that sings with joy
a precious feeling for both
Do not be afraid to love another
People function better being loved

Love can conquer all, you feel rich
love is riches that can not be bought
come on and look closer to find a woman
of your dreams, love is a precious feeling.

November 14 - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial

Sunday, November 14, 2010

DETERMINATION

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Cali and Miss Ramouni

She was born premature
with vision defect, blind
a student at university now
beautiful, clever and young

She was saving her money
for a few years till now…
to buy a guiding miniature horse
to walk her safely, to be her guide

Precious little horse so nice
I was touched by seeing them walk
a lovely Ramouni, beautiful and proud
and the horse is an adorable guide.

I’ve seen working dog like a guide
but never saw a working horse for blind
it is such an adorable and precious scene
to see a mini horse guiding Miss Ramouni

November 14 - 2010
Poem by Zuzanna

©2010 Zuzanna Musial

"Blind student saves for three years to buy a guide HORSE
because her strict Muslim parents consider dogs unclean"
- By Daily Mail Reporter

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

WITH GRATITUDE

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TO ALL SOLDIERS

Reunited with family
some of them now with God
after years of battle
finally returning home
in this fine November Day
we remember all of them

Thank you all soldiers
For all you have done
serving with honour
your beloved Motherland,
you never complained
but marched with your comrades’
and served your Country with pride

In those many Pages of time
with a sweet Nature song
and a trumpets’ sound
I am sending Gods love
To soldiers and their loved ones
they always stay focused,
in such difficult Carousel of life
You were there, serving your Homeland

Today with gratitude
I am writing these words
To say, "Thank you All,"
for all that you have done, but
those who were called sooner
And resting on Angels wings
May you find everlasting Peace?

November 09 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

© 2010 Zuzanna (All rights reserved)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

RAINFOREST "AMAZONIA"

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THE SYMPHONY OF NATURE

Dreams continue to haunt me
Wild voices call louder each day
My heart is longing to visit
Most precious Rainforest on Earth

Rainforest that is enchanting
And special to all living things
Rainforest, a home for animals, birds
A special place so vital to humanity

Wild voices in my heart calling
They calling louder at night and days
I must go back soon to "Amazonia"
Want to be there, before it’s too late!

Songs of Rainforest like a Symphony
Macaws, eagle’s toucans, cockades’,
Crocodiles, alligators, jaguars, monkeys,
Those hiding in trees, invisible to me.

Trees, those reaching gates of Heaven
Branches sway in their own rhythm
Amazon’s sound lively, sweet to my ears
Sound of life so strong that exists for real!

I’m in love with an Amazonian Rainforest
Love for every wild animal and a bird
Jaguars, snakes, frog’s hidden in trees
Songs of the Rainforest, a sweet melody

I adore Rainforest, and all species'
Enchanting and sweet home at Amazon
Huge ferns, flowers, herbs for medicine,
A place so vital, that life depends on thee

November 02 - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

2010©Zuzanna Musial (All rights reserved)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

EXOTIC BIRD



WITH A BROKEN WING

I found him with a broken wing
he laid down on the cold ground
located under a huge Oak tree,
shivering, and with eyes closed
he almost did not breathe; I worried
seeing him in distress, was he dying?

Took him home and placed
in a little basket, covered him
with my love, in a few days
fed him water, as he was not able to eat
finally; he opened his eyes looking at me.

I was ecstatic seen him alive
thought of him with love;
my lovely bird survived the ordeal-
was not sure, what happened to him?
And will never know, wished he could speak
however birds just love to chirp.

He is my sweet little bird that sings,
him, sings joyfully for me, I love him,
do believe, that my love conquered his death,
Love, only love can conquer everything
now I sing a song with joy, my heart is happy again
a sweet little bird, oh, how I love you, my dear!

October 21 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

© Zuzanna Musial (All rights reserved)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Special Dedication to Marina

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Aka ~ "PEPSIXSYMBAHELIOS "

Dear Marina, we would like you to know
How much your friendship means
To those who came to know you?

We love you ~ and your furry friends
They are friendly, obedient and playful
We adore watching them run free together.

Pepsi is so cute and funny, she is a smaller dog
She is trying to learn more from your training
Helios ~ he is a big boy,
It’s a pleasure to watch him play.

Both of them make a great company
Which you cannot easily replace
Those are beautiful and a true friends!

And a Xymba ~ may he R.I.P in Dog’s Heaven!


"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more
than you love yourself." ~Josh Billings

October 10 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

Thursday, September 23, 2010

"DEDICATION"

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For You My Lovely Friends
~ Bindi & Ghost ~


Two Beautiful Hearts


He loved her dearly
But she was not sure. . .
If his love for her was true
She hesitates to believe, but. . .

She waited and waited to see
If time will show his true heart
At the time she did not know yet…
That his love for her was true and strong

And then One day they met
He told her how much she means to him
She did not know what to say
However, 'Ghosts' love for Bindi remained strong

“I Love You Bindi,” he whispered
With a trembling voice, then he kissed her
I will always Love you my dear
My heart for you will never change

Their hearts that shine with love
Love for God, World Peace, and people
Love for music and the entire Globe
Love that is beautiful and strong!

September 23 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

BE MY FRIEND. . .

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GOLDEN TREAD

Friendship, like an invisible tread
That holds people together
In good or bad we need the support
Of someone dear of someone close

Be my friend for ever…
Do not look at my weaknesses
Do not judge me, do not talk back
Be there for good and bad

Friendship like a golden tread
That holds people together
I will love you more each day
For every single day, forever!

August 17 - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial

Saturday, May 29, 2010

LIFE JOURNEY. . .

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WITH A MUSICAL FRIEND


I like to say, “I love you,” love you more
every day, any time I see your lovely face
I love you more with each passing moment
I love you lots my dear online friend.

Time, the precious time flows as a river
but you have to stay young and continuous
the journey of life, every day is a new day.
Cherish every passing moment you may.

As time goes by, I do appreciate you more
I like you more with each passing moment
those precious moments will not return ever,
that is why I cherish your friendship forever.

Love you my dear friend, and my thoughts
always with you, although you do not see me
I am with you, your music clings to my heart,
I love your beautiful songs like a painted art.

The music you share with your friends online
shines like a diamond or stars on a night sky
the music emanates love and passion for life
Love for beauty, love for people, and the world around.

Thank you for the music and the love you freely give
thank you for being with us, just know you are loved
We love you my friend for being you, with no pretense
the kind of a friend everyone would love to have.

May - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial (All rights reserved)

Thursday, April 29, 2010

NOSTALGIA

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MISSING YOU

He was visiting a favourite pub
Often thinking of those fine days
When everything was just right
Woman, wine, songs and dance.

Those days went by so fast
Now only thoughts left behind
And a sadness in his brown eyes
Nostalgia, as he thought of those nights.

He said, he loved this pretty woman
He often seen her in his dreams
Sitting there, she looked at him smiled,
Their eyes met in space for a little while.

One day he revisited the famous pub
She was not there, no sweetness around
His broken heart, eyes filled with tears
He sat alone, the world crumbled for him.

Tears in his eyes for loosing a dear heart
Thought, should tell her sooner that he loved her.
Love, that passed him by, with no word, "Goodbye"
He was upset, unhappy, and with broken heart!

April – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial(All rights reserved)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

TRAGIC POLISH PLANE CRASH

A nation in mourning: Poland's president and wife among 97 dead as their plane crashes in Russia

By Mail Foreign Service

Polish president Lech Kaczynski and his wife Maria have been killed after their plane crashed on approach to Smolensk airport in western Russia.

Some of Poland's most senior government and military figures were also killed in the crash, as the 26-year-old Tupolev came in to land in thick fog.

The latest death toll is now thought to have reached 97.
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'A black day for Poland': The death toll included the country's President and wife, its central bank head and the country's military chief along with other senior government and military figures
Officials said there were no survivors on board the plane, which was taking the presidential party from Warsaw to events marking the 70th anniversary of the massacre in Katyn forest of thousands of Polish officers by Soviet secret police.

London-based Polish parish priest Reverend Canon Bronislaw Gostomski was also revealed to have perished in the crash.

More than 400 Polish people attended a Saturday evening service at his parish church St Andrew Bobola in Hammersmith, west London.

The Queen led the British tributes to the President and other victims of the crash.

The Prince of Wales also expressed his sadness, along with Prime Minister Gordon Brown and Tory leader David Cameron.

Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin, who personally assumed charge of the investigation, was due to meet Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk later.

A week of national mourning was declared and Mr Tusk called for a two-minute silence to be held tomorrow.

Polish parliamentary speaker Bronislaw Komorowski will act as president and, under the country's constitution, is obliged to announce elections within 14 days.
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In pieces: The wreckage of the Polish president's plane lies in woodland near Smolensk airport in Russia


Read more:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1265016/Polish-president-Lech-Kaczynski-dies-plane-crash-Russia.html

Friday, April 2, 2010

TRIBUTE TO JOHN PAUL II

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Karol Jozef Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II)

Karol Jozef Wojtyla was an unknown Polish poet long before he became known to the world as Pope John Paul II. Some of the poems below were written when he was in his twenties. Others were written while he was a parish priest and auxiliary bishop of Kraków, during which time his work appeared in Polish journals under the pseudonym Andrzej Jawien. His poetry was later collected and published in The Place Within -- The Poetry of Pope John Paul II, with translations and notes by Jerzy Peterkiewicz.

"From dust you came, and to dust you shall return";
What had shape is now shapeless.
What was alive is now dead.
What was beautiful is now the ugliness of decay. And yet I do not altogether die,
what is indestructible in me remains!…
What is imperishable in me
now stands face to face before Him Who Is!
--From "Meditations on the Book of Genesis: At the Threshold of the Sistine Chapel"

Wojtyla was born in Wadowice, in an apartment that looked out on the Church of Our Lady where he would later serve as an altar boy. His birthday was May 18, 1920, an auspicious day for modern Poles, now known as "the Polish Miracle." On that day, Marshal Jozef Pilsudski won a major battle and seized Kiev from the Soviet Union. It was Poland's first major military victory in over two centuries. Wojtyla's middle name was chosen by his father in honor of Jozef Pilsudski.

It is here, beneath this wondrous Sistine profusion of color
that the Cardinals assemble —
the community responsible for the legacy of the
keys of the Kingdom.
They come here, to this very place.
And once more Michelangelo wraps them in his vision.
"In him we live and move and have our being."
The colors of the Sistine will then speak the
word of the Lord:
Tu es Petrus (Mt 16:18) — once heard by Simon, son of John.
"To you I will give the keys of the Kingdom."
During the Conclave Michelangelo must teach them —
Do not forget: Omnia nuda et aperta sunt ante oculos Eius.
You who see all, point to him!
He will point him out …
--From "Meditations on the Book of Genesis: At the Threshold of the Sistine Chapel"

Known to family and friends as Lolek (a nickname that translates as "Chuck"), the future John Paul II learned about suffering at an early age when his mother died of heart and kidney problems in 1929, shortly before his ninth birthday.

Over this, your white grave
the flowers of life in white--
so many years without you--
how many have passed out of sight?
Over this your white grave
covered for years, there is a stir
in the air, something uplifting
and, like death, beyond comprehension.
Over this your white grave
oh, mother, can such loving cease?
for all his filial adoration
a prayer:
Give her eternal peace--
--"Over This, Your White Grave"

The poem above and the one below, both written by the time he was twenty, show the heart of a motherless young boy through the pen of talented poet.

Don't lower the wave of my heart,
it swells to your eyes, mother;
don't alter love, but bring the wave to me
in your translucent hands.
He asked for this.
I am John the fisherman. There isn't much
in me to love.
I feel I am still on that lake shore,
gravel crunching under my feet--
and, suddenly--Him.
You will embrace His mystery in me no more,
yet quietly I spread round your thoughts like myrtle.
And calling you Mother--His wish--
I beseech you: may this word
never grow less for you.
True, it's not easy to measure the meaning
of the words He breathed into us both
so that all earlier love in those words
should be concealed.
--"John Beseeches Her"

When he was twelve, Wojtyla's brother Edmund, a 26-year-old physician in the town of Bielsko, died of scarlet fever. Wojtyla himself had two brushes with death as a youth. He was hit once by a streetcar and again by a truck. "The pope's youth wasn't happy," Father Joseph Vandrisse, a former French missionary and now a journalist, told TIME Magazine. "He has meditated a lot on the meaning of suffering..."

As a young scholar, Karol Wojtyla "drank in the suffering Poland" through literature and history. He loved the 19th century poets Slowacki and Mickiewicz, "in whom the beauty and pain of Poland was so alive." He memorized Slowacki's "The Slavic Pope," a prophetic poem (which proved to be truly prophetic!) about a pope from the East who "will not flee the sword ... Like God, he will bravely face the sword." [Readers of our Ronald Reagan poetry page will find highly interesting instances of things similarly prophetic: i.e., the Tampico double rainbow over Reagan's birthplace the day before he was elected president, an actual prophecy made by George Otis, and the parallels of Reagan's life to That Printer of Udell's by Harold Bell Wright. It seems the Evil Empire never had a chance, and that there were signs and miracles to that effect in the lives of a Polish Catholic pope and an Irish Protestant president!]

Karol Wojtyla in 1938Like Ronald Reagan, Wojtyla was an actor. And a dark-haired, ruggedly handsome actor at that, as his picture to the left attests. In the early 1930's, he met Mieczyslaw Kotlarczyk, who would teach him (and isn't it an interesting "method" for a future Pope!) "the Living Word," a style of performance rooted in Polish songs and Polish poetry as sung and recited after dinner in country manor houses. In Pope John Paul II: The Life of Karol Wojtyla, Fr. Mieczyslaw Malinski recounts that it was during this time that Wojtyla first came to the attention of the Archbishop of Kraków, Adamo Stefano Sapieha. Sapieha was visiting his school and young Wojtyla gave the welcoming speech. Impressed, Sapieha asked whether Karol intended to become a priest. A priest replied that his interests seemed to lie with the theater, "an answer which disappointed the archbishop!" To make matters perhaps worse, Wojtyla later joined an experimental theater group known as "Studio 38." His love of the theater persisted, because later as a cardinal, he celebrated holidays with Krakow actors.

So many grew round me, through me,
from my self, as it were.
I became a channel, unleashing a force
called man.
Did not the others crowding in, distort
the man that I am?
Being each of them, always imperfect,
myself to myself too near,
he who survives in me, can he ever
look at himself without fear?
--"Actor"

In the fall of 1938, Wojtyla enrolled at Kraków's Jagiellonian University, where his primary studies were literature and philosophy. However, the Nazi invasion of Poland in 1939 changed everything, and Wojtyla was to write to Kotlarczyk: "Now life is waiting in line for bread, scavenging for sugar, and dreaming of coal and books." It is reported that Wojtyla was in church for when Nazi bombs first fell on Poland, September 1, 1939. [If you look closely at the first three digits of that date, 9-1-1939, you'll notice that Poland suffered a calamitous 9-1-1 long before the United States lost its twin towers.]

With mercury we measure pain
as we measure the heat of bodies and air;
but this is not how to discover our limits--
you think you are the center of things.
If you could only grasp that you are not:
the center is He,
and He, too, finds no love---
why don't you see?
The human heart--what is it for?
Cosmic temperature. Heart. Mercury.
--"Girl Disappointed in Love"

Wojtyla continued his studies until the Nazis closed the university. The Nazis also closed libraries and only Germans were allowed to attend plays and concerts. A Pole could be shot for going to the theater. In November of 1940 Wojtyla took a job as a stone-cutter at a quarry near Kraków.

No, not just hands drooping with the hammer's weight,
not the taut torso, muscles shaping their own style,
but thought informing his work,
deep, knotted in wrinkles on his brow,
and over his head, joined in a sharp arc, shoulders and veins vaulted.
--"Material"

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Monday, March 22, 2010

FREDERIC CHOPIN


















THE PIANO POET

World Greatest Composer

Two hundred years ago a child was born,
To a noble Chopin’s family home
He was born in Warsaw, Poland
To a French father and a Polish mother,
They had three daughters and a son,
He soon became a famous one.

At six years of age, he played first concert
at seven, he composes his own first genre,
and Frederic was a gentle talented young man.
He played piano, the music he wrote
Lives today; he soon became a shining beacon
Perhaps love, to those who get to know him.

Composing music, a song on the wind, Etudes,
Polonaise, Waltz, Mazurkas, Sonatas, Nocturnes,
All these pieces are famous and still played today
The entire world loves Chopin piano music.
Followers play the piano music on Concerts
competing with best Mazurkas, Chopin delights.

His life was relatively short; he became lonely
and ill, Nostalgia’s, for his beloved Warsaw home,
His heart remained in Paris, his father's homeland.
The Composer’s Birthday marked around the World
Because his music, poetry of piano, music so precious,
A medicine for many hearts, best pieces ever found.

March - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

© 2010 Zuzanna Musial (All rights reserved)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

TALL MOUNTAIN












"THE EVEREST OF LIFE"


Once upon a time, her climbing began
every step she took to climb higher
was harder with time, having family and kids
She worked away from home for basic needs.

It was much harder when divorce hit home,
for she had to raise the kids alone,
the hardship to bear; fewer know, only those
experienced a life-path, she was going through?

The hardest and more difficult time
Was yet to come, when late November evening
She was driving home; another vehicle hit her,
Car accident that caused,"the Life Mountain," grow tall.

Five years passed since she put her life on hold
however, it’s all about climbing, getting to the top.
She whispered prayers when health became frail
, as there was no other medical help avail.

Her Life Mountain grew bigger every passing year
She held the hopes that someday will reach the top
The "Everest of her life," seems taller and steep.
Climbing the "Life Mountain," sets her face in tears.

March – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

© 2010 Zuzanna (All rights reserved)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

SPECIAL DEDICATION














TRIBUTE TO ROBIN

From "Naked in Eden"

To live in peace and harmony
With all creation-understanding
People, Nature, Animal world,
Be acquainted with jungle,
Respect, and be tolerant of others,
Sharing love, and life with Creation,
Not be afraid to speak the truth.
Be open, and listen what others saying.
Take a lesson from Nature,
Welcome spring always as a new start.

Summer with abundance of colors,
Warmth, and riches in fruits, berries,
Flowers, birds, butterflies…autumn time
Comes along where leaves falling down.
The Nature gets ready to rest,
Winter-profound time, when days are dark
Cold, sunshine gone – months covered in snow,
Winter season teaches endurance and strength,
“The Naked in Eden,” embraces entire Globe,
Paradise filled with Peace, Harmony, and Love.

February 24 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

© 2010 Zuzanna Musial

Saturday, February 20, 2010

SPECIAL DEDICATION














TO MY DEAR FRIEND GIAN


Written with Affection

I am flattered with your response
The video, the music speaks
With warmth of your heart
My dear on line friend,
Thank you so much-
For being a part of my life,
Although far away
Somehow, close by,
With the love for the music
You share with me on line.

Dear Gian I never seen you
However, I love your romantic side
You are a special man and I cherish that,
Do not be afraid to write.
I will be happy to hear from you,
Today World is small because,
The Internet brought us closer together,
Distance becomes a flight away.

I thank you for the music
My dearest of friends,
The words are so warm, and close
To my heart, the song speaks of love,
Dreams and desires-Be part of them,
As I will be there for you, my lovely friend,
Nostalgia love songs, melts my heart at this end.


February 20 - 2010
By Zuzanna (Susanna129 - You Tube)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

HAPPY VALENTINE'S













HISTORY OF THE VALENTINE'S DAY


History tells us the Valentine's Day
Began during the Roman Empire
In ancient Rome, February 14th
Was a holiday to honor Juno?
Juno was the Queen of the Roman
Goddesses and Gods
The Romans also knew her as the Goddess
The following day, February 15th,
Began the Feast; of Lupercalia.

The lives of young boys and girls
Were not allowed to be known
Before the special ceremony However,
One of the customs of the young people
Was name drawing? On the eve
Of the festival of Lupercalia;

The names of Roman girls were written
On slips of paper and placed into jars.
Each young man would draw a girl's name
From the jar and would then be partners
For the duration of the festival
Sometimes the pairing of the children
Lasted an entire year, and often,
They would fall in love and would later marry.

Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II
He believed that the reason was
Those roman men did not want to leave
Their Love, as a result, Claudius cancelled
All the Marriages The good Saint Valentine
Was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II?
He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs
And secretly married couples, for these kind deeds
Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged
Before the Prefect of Rome, Who condemned him?
To be beaten to death? With clubs and to have
His head cut off. He suffered martyrdom.

The special day was chosen as a 14th
Day of February these were the year 270.
At that time, it was a custom In Rome,
A very ancient custom, indeed,
To celebrate During the Month of February
The Lupercalia, Which were the Feasts,
On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan
Ceremonies, the names of young women were
Placed In a box, from which they were drawn
The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome;

Endeavored to do away, with the pagan Element
In these feasts by and as the Lupercalia began
About The middle of February, the pastors appear
To have chosen Saint Valentine's Day
So it seems that the custom of young men
Choosing maidens for Valentines,
Or saints as patrons for the coming year,
The history proclaim, this is the true story
Of the beginning of the Valentine's Day!



Happy Valentine's Day to All~
With Abundance of Happiness and Love!


February - 2007
By Zuzanna

© 2007 Zuzanna (All rights reserved)

Friday, January 29, 2010

Butchart Gardens

The Butchart Gardens is a group of floral display gardens in Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada, near Victoria on Vancouver Island which claims to receive more than a million visitors each year.













History

Robert Pim Butchart (1856–1943) began manufacturing Portland cement in 1888 near his birthplace of Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada. He and his wife Jennie Butchart (1866–1950) came to the west coast of Canada because of rich limestone deposits necessary for cement production.

In 1904, they established their home near his quarry on Tod Inlet at the base of the Saanich Peninsula on Vancouver Island.n 1906, Jennie created the Japanese garden there with the help of designer Isaburo Kishida. In 1909, when the quarry was exhausted, Jennie set about turning it into the Sunken Garden, which was completed in 1921. They named their home "Benvenuto" ("welcome" in Italian), and began to receive visitors to their gardens. In 1926, they replaced their tennis courts with an Italian garden and in 1929 they replaced their kitchen vegetable garden with a large rose garden to the design of Butler Sturtevant of Seattle.

In 1939, the Butcharts gave the Gardens to their grandson Ian Ross (1918–1997) on his 21st birthday. Ross was involved in the operation and promotion of the gardens until his death 58 years later.













In 1953, miles of underground wiring was laid to provide night illumination, to mark the 50th anniversary of The Gardens. In 1964, the ever-changing Ross Fountain was installed in the lower reservoir to celebrate the 60th anniversary. In 1994, the Canadian Heraldic Authority granted a coat of arms to the Butchart Gardens. In 2004, two 30-foot totem poles were installed to mark the 100th anniversary, and The Gardens was designated as a national historic site.

Ownership of the Gardens remains within the Butchart family; the owner and managing director since 2001 is the Butchart's great-granddaughter Robin-Lee Clarke.

In 1982 the Butchart Gardens was used as the inspiration for the gardens at the Canadian pavilion opened at Epcot Centre in Orlando Florida.

Birds

While Mrs. Butchart collected plants, Mr. Butchart collected ornamental birds from all over the world, having a parrot in the house, ducks in the Star Pond and peacocks on the front lawn. He built several elaborate birdhouses for the gardens and trained pigeons on the site of the present-day Begonia Bower.

Statuary

Several bronze statues are displayed in the gardens.

One, of a wild boar, purchased on a Mediterranean trip in 1973, was cast in Florence, a replica of a 1620 bronze cast by Pietro Tacca. It is called "Tacca" in honour of the sculptor and, just as the original's, its snout is shiny from the many visitors rubbing it for luck. Another, nearby in front of the residence, of a donkey and foal is by Sirio Tofanari. A fountain statue of three sturgeon, also by Tofanari, is installed near the Japanese garden. In 1993, "Circle of Doves", which Ann-Lee Ross gave her husband Robert Ian in 1991 to commemorate their 50th wedding anniversary, was installed in front of the begonia bower.


Entertainment

In the early days, weekly symphony concerts were hosted by Mr and Mrs. Butchart. These were often held for guests of the family, but later attracted a larger audience. More recently, in the Summer Season (July and August) and during the Winter Holiday Season they provide a wide range of local entertainment, from Jazz to classical music. Also, The Weeds, a band made up of staff members from The Gardens, sometimes plays during the Summer Season. In 1977, Ian Ross's son Christopher (1944–2000) introduced fireworks on summer Saturday evenings. During the Winter, lights and seasonal decorations adorn the gardens along with an ice-skating rink in the Waterwheel Square.

Pictures and information has been taken from Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butchart_Gardens

Friday, January 22, 2010

WORLD NEEDS LOVE













ONLY LOVE. . .

I want nothing more then love,
Love and more love…
The entire World needs only love.
Peace for people all over the Globe,
A much better place would be for all.

I am neither a prophet nor a scientist
My heart desires for love is strong.
Universal love for children, elders,
Those feeling lonely-My heart loves you.
World needs love and only love.

A wish for Peace, happiness and love,
Shall the Love prevail soon?
World in need of compassion, kindness
Many out there feel the pain and sorrow.
Light will shine brightly again tomorrow.

Dear Lord sends us your Love
Give us your Peace to every heart.
Dear Lord grants us the wish.
Please do not forsake us, your people,
Only Love your love brings Peace. Amen

January - 2010
By Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial

Saturday, January 9, 2010

MY LOVELY FRIEND













 

You Are So Special

I want you to know
How special you are
I cherish your friendship
And the time on line~

You are my great companion,
Your warm smiles brighten my day
You always bring happiness
Each and every single day~

Be happy my cherished friend
Life is beautiful my dear
Your friendship means a lot
Please be there always for me~

You are a special forever friend
I told you, it was one September day
That day when you sent kisses my way
will always remember you~ My friend.

January - 2009
by Zuzanna Musial

©2010 Zuzanna Musial