Author of quotes: Elinushka

Sunny, I want you to bloom...

April will give you something incredible...

watching the origami leaves unravel from the buds...

The wind chime strokes her hair gently. Windchime says: Cry

In my life now, nothing is clear anywhere at all... but I realized that I just want to LIVE. Just be: breathe, see, hear... So grateful for the new spring, the awakening of nature, a new breath into life. All will be. I already have everything that is most important.

Softening evil hearts is what is needed most now. Let harmony, hope, faith and love reign in the world. Happy Easter Sunday!

Life is the most unpredictable, exciting and creative scenario! I want to play in it like no one has ever done before! To get right to the heart of the matter, in the heat of the moment... and straight to the OSCAR!

Another day of spring. If only humanity would blossom, common sense would blossom, the shoots of change would rise and ripen to fruition. I never stop believing in miracles, but in essence this is what saves me.

I also want to always speak from the heart, accept the GOOD word, without doubting or looking for hidden meanings, and quickly weed out the negative and move on.

March is about renewal and awakening, about the revelation of feminine energy, about connection with nature and its gifts, about self-care and self-knowledge, about brewed morning tea with rose hips and raisins, which gives warmth inside and leaves a sweet aftertaste, about lemons in a wicker basket on the kitchen table, about jars of tea and spices that fill the whole house with their aroma, about baked porridge for breakfast, to which you add pieces of cheese, it melts and gives a salty-pleasant taste, about a city drowning in the first spring flowers, about the return the desire to walk, about the feeling of being inspired by new things...

The warmth of the human heart is a special, precious gift; it may not warm your hands so much, but it warms you from the inside.

What color is it today, your Sea?

A piece of the sun broke off and scattered around the world like golden petals. The day has become noticeably longer, and the birds are more talkative. A girl was walking along the sidewalk. A mischievous blush played on her cheeks, and spring was reflected in her eyes. A row of perennial fluffy spruce trees lined the road. Having straightened the lush branches, they also enjoyed the warmth and light. Marvelous,

In March, the frosty chilliness of the morning and the not-at-all-winter chirping of birds outside the window, slight melancholy and hope for a quick thaw, the first tulips on the bed and woolen socks on the feet are so harmoniously combined. At the border of contrasts, real comfort is born.