Saturday, May 31, 2014
Today's thought: Love heals
There is no condition that enough love cannot conquer. Love heals the mind and the body. Love illumines the dark night of the soul. It is possible to love yourself to wholeness by gently and lovingly calling forth the healing agents in the body and directing them to the dis-eased part. Quietly affirm and believe that the intelligent life within every cell is receiving your love and direction. Love, bless, and appreciate the countless times in the past when that part of you was supremely healthy. Like a mother with a newborn child, care for yourself gently, lovingly, relentlessly. In peace, calm, and quiet moments, love, affirm, and reaffirm health, wholeness, perfection. Love heals.
May everyone who reads these words be truly blessed and may the Light shine bright upon your Path.
Love,
Zizi
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Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Strength of Character
Friday, May 30, 2014
Today's thought: Strength of Character
It is not an easy life that strengthens, shapes, and establishes strength of character. It is the decision and the ability to endure, overcome, and survive whatever life brings us. The beautiful soul has many scars, and is all the more beautiful because of them.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Strength of Character
It is not an easy life that strengthens, shapes, and establishes strength of character. It is the decision and the ability to endure, overcome, and survive whatever life brings us. The beautiful soul has many scars, and is all the more beautiful because of them.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Thursday, May 29, 2014
Peace
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Today's thought: Peace
Peace comes from within. Cultivate peace with peaceful thoughts, peaceful words, peaceful actions. Life will flow more smoothly, and you will be a positive force in the Universe.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Peace
Peace comes from within. Cultivate peace with peaceful thoughts, peaceful words, peaceful actions. Life will flow more smoothly, and you will be a positive force in the Universe.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Easier said than done.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Today's thought: Easier said than done.
Most things are easier said than done. Some days, for various reasons, it seems easier to be calm, kind, attentive to others, more productive in our work. The goal is to practice these attributes until, little by little, they become so much a part of us, that they are us.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Easier said than done.
Most things are easier said than done. Some days, for various reasons, it seems easier to be calm, kind, attentive to others, more productive in our work. The goal is to practice these attributes until, little by little, they become so much a part of us, that they are us.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Opinions
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Today's thought: Opinions
From the writings of Marcus Aurelius:
"All is opinion."
Mindfully consider this. Don't let someone else's opinion become your reality.
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: Opinions
From the writings of Marcus Aurelius:
"All is opinion."
Mindfully consider this. Don't let someone else's opinion become your reality.
Love,
Zizi
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Monday, May 26, 2014
Be kind.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Today's thought: Be kind.
We all need kindness. Be as kind as possible to everyone you meet. We are all vulnerable. We all bleed. We all wear masks to protect ourselves until we feel 'safe.' Without kindness, life and the planet cannot survive. Be as kind as possible to everyone you meet.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Be kind.
We all need kindness. Be as kind as possible to everyone you meet. We are all vulnerable. We all bleed. We all wear masks to protect ourselves until we feel 'safe.' Without kindness, life and the planet cannot survive. Be as kind as possible to everyone you meet.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Sunday, May 25, 2014
Prayer
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Today's thought: Prayer
This, too, is prayer;
to see God everywhere.
In every flower and face,
in every gentle act of grace,
in blades of grass and grains of sand,
wherever we look, we see His hand.
This, too, is prayer;
to see God, everywhere.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Prayer
This, too, is prayer;
to see God everywhere.
In every flower and face,
in every gentle act of grace,
in blades of grass and grains of sand,
wherever we look, we see His hand.
This, too, is prayer;
to see God, everywhere.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Saturday, May 24, 2014
An Irish Blessing
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Today's thought: An Irish Blesssing
"May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm on your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and, until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
In years past, when I have been concerned about family members, friends, or myself, I have used part of this blessing as a simple prayer. It has always comforted me, and I hope it will do the same for you.
"Thank You, God, that you hold ________ in the palm of Your hand."
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: An Irish Blesssing
"May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm on your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and, until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
In years past, when I have been concerned about family members, friends, or myself, I have used part of this blessing as a simple prayer. It has always comforted me, and I hope it will do the same for you.
"Thank You, God, that you hold ________ in the palm of Your hand."
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Friday, May 23, 2014
Thanksgiving is the key to abundance.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Today's thought: Thanksgiving is the key to abundance.
The law of attraction is that we draw to ourselves that which we hold in mind. If our attitude is one of thankfulness for life and for the abundance that is ours daily, focusing on what we have, we open the door to additional and continuing abundance. If our attitude is one of complaint, negativity, or scarcity, our existence will reflect those conditions, for whatever we send out in thought returns in kind. In this bountiful Universe
created by a bountiful God, we can have whatever we choose. Be grateful for all blessings, from the smallest to the greatest; thanksgiving is the key to abundance.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Thanksgiving is the key to abundance.
The law of attraction is that we draw to ourselves that which we hold in mind. If our attitude is one of thankfulness for life and for the abundance that is ours daily, focusing on what we have, we open the door to additional and continuing abundance. If our attitude is one of complaint, negativity, or scarcity, our existence will reflect those conditions, for whatever we send out in thought returns in kind. In this bountiful Universe
created by a bountiful God, we can have whatever we choose. Be grateful for all blessings, from the smallest to the greatest; thanksgiving is the key to abundance.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Thursday, May 22, 2014
Live now.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Today's thought: Live now.
This precious day, unique and beautiful, will never come again. Heighten your awareness to your surroundings. Seek and find beauty in everything you see, every flower, every tree, every house, every face. This day can bring a new friend to treasure, a new opportunity for interesting work, an unexpected call or letter to brighten your life, new insight and growth, love, peace, joy and blessings. Anticipate good and good will come. Centered in truth and in God, fearless and joyful, live now.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 1982
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Today's thought: Live now.
This precious day, unique and beautiful, will never come again. Heighten your awareness to your surroundings. Seek and find beauty in everything you see, every flower, every tree, every house, every face. This day can bring a new friend to treasure, a new opportunity for interesting work, an unexpected call or letter to brighten your life, new insight and growth, love, peace, joy and blessings. Anticipate good and good will come. Centered in truth and in God, fearless and joyful, live now.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 1982
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Perfection
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Today's thought: Perfection
Perfection, along with every other descriptive word, will always mean different things to different people. The meaning of any word is filtered through each individual mind, dependent upon past experiences, possible future expectations, and perhaps even the mood of the moment.
Strive to do the best you can; not for others, but for yourself. Give yourself the gift of satisfaction for a job well done.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Perfection
Perfection, along with every other descriptive word, will always mean different things to different people. The meaning of any word is filtered through each individual mind, dependent upon past experiences, possible future expectations, and perhaps even the mood of the moment.
Strive to do the best you can; not for others, but for yourself. Give yourself the gift of satisfaction for a job well done.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014
A work of art
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Today's thought: A work of art
From the writings of Thomas Crum:
"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a masterpiece unfolding every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath."
Love,
Zizi
(For more of Thomas Crum, visit his website, www.thomascrum.com).
Today's thought: A work of art
From the writings of Thomas Crum:
"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a masterpiece unfolding every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath."
Love,
Zizi
(For more of Thomas Crum, visit his website, www.thomascrum.com).
Monday, May 19, 2014
Quiet for the soul.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Daughters of my heart, and other readers
Quiet for the soul is as necessary as food for the body.
Take time each day to simply be quiet. Quiet calms the racing thoughts in your mind, all vying for attention. Quiet allows your body to relax and release the stresses of the day. Quiet makes it easier for you to be in touch with the Spirit within you. God does not shout at us above the noise of the outside world. God speaks to us in the silence, when our attention is focused inward, when we have prepared ourselves to listen.
Choose a time and place where you will not be disturbed, and sit quietly. You may want to hold a thought in mind, such as, "All is well," or "God loves me," or any other short affirmation that is comforting to you. Realize that the mind will resist discipline. After years of wandering at will from one thought to another, it may not want to hold a thought for any length of time. If this happens, do not become tense or disappointed; deal gently but firmly with your mind for you are in control of it.
Gradually you will find that you are distracted less and less, and your time of meditation will increase easily and naturally. You will find your days will go smoother and your nights to be more restful, as you begin to experience the peace of communion with the Father. As you become calmer, you will make wiser decisions in all areas of your life, for you will begin to see situations as they are, objectively, rather than through a haze of emotions. New and fresh ideas will seem to come from nowhere and you may wonder why you never thought of them before. They were all there, always, but your mind wasn't quiet enough to be aware of them. Your life will become more peaceful, more joyful, more love-full, more prosperous, more positive, more of everything.
Do not delude yourself into thinking that you will be able to meditate when your life becomes calmer. Your life becomes calmer when you begin to meditate. Your life will become calmer when you begin to quiet your mind and spend quality time with the God within you. Practice meditation - the quality of your temporal life and your eternal life depend on it.
Daughters of my heart and other readers, remember to always take care of yourselves. Treat yourselves gently and with respect. Walk in dignity and grace. You are important to God, the Universe, and all those who love you, including me.
Love you, always
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Daughters of my heart, and other readers
Quiet for the soul is as necessary as food for the body.
Take time each day to simply be quiet. Quiet calms the racing thoughts in your mind, all vying for attention. Quiet allows your body to relax and release the stresses of the day. Quiet makes it easier for you to be in touch with the Spirit within you. God does not shout at us above the noise of the outside world. God speaks to us in the silence, when our attention is focused inward, when we have prepared ourselves to listen.
Choose a time and place where you will not be disturbed, and sit quietly. You may want to hold a thought in mind, such as, "All is well," or "God loves me," or any other short affirmation that is comforting to you. Realize that the mind will resist discipline. After years of wandering at will from one thought to another, it may not want to hold a thought for any length of time. If this happens, do not become tense or disappointed; deal gently but firmly with your mind for you are in control of it.
Gradually you will find that you are distracted less and less, and your time of meditation will increase easily and naturally. You will find your days will go smoother and your nights to be more restful, as you begin to experience the peace of communion with the Father. As you become calmer, you will make wiser decisions in all areas of your life, for you will begin to see situations as they are, objectively, rather than through a haze of emotions. New and fresh ideas will seem to come from nowhere and you may wonder why you never thought of them before. They were all there, always, but your mind wasn't quiet enough to be aware of them. Your life will become more peaceful, more joyful, more love-full, more prosperous, more positive, more of everything.
Do not delude yourself into thinking that you will be able to meditate when your life becomes calmer. Your life becomes calmer when you begin to meditate. Your life will become calmer when you begin to quiet your mind and spend quality time with the God within you. Practice meditation - the quality of your temporal life and your eternal life depend on it.
Daughters of my heart and other readers, remember to always take care of yourselves. Treat yourselves gently and with respect. Walk in dignity and grace. You are important to God, the Universe, and all those who love you, including me.
Love you, always
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Thank you for sharing this site with those whom
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Sunday, May 18, 2014
Advice
Sunday, May 18,2014
Today's thought: Advice
Before giving unasked-for advice, consider these two questions: What is my motive? Is it my business?
Not everything needs to be known. Some things are better left unsaid. If you decide to speak, let your words be positive and constructive, adding light and love to the situation.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Advice
Before giving unasked-for advice, consider these two questions: What is my motive? Is it my business?
Not everything needs to be known. Some things are better left unsaid. If you decide to speak, let your words be positive and constructive, adding light and love to the situation.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Saturday, May 17, 2014
"Each day is the best day."
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Today's thought: "Each day is the best day."
From the writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson:
"Write it on your heart that each day is the best day of your life."
Enjoy your day. Enjoy your life. Focus on what you have and be grateful, and what you wish to have will follow. With a clear and peaceful mind, you will see what needs to be done for the life you desire, and with a happy heart, carry out your plan.
Peace. Joy. Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: "Each day is the best day."
From the writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson:
"Write it on your heart that each day is the best day of your life."
Enjoy your day. Enjoy your life. Focus on what you have and be grateful, and what you wish to have will follow. With a clear and peaceful mind, you will see what needs to be done for the life you desire, and with a happy heart, carry out your plan.
Peace. Joy. Love,
Zizi
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Friday, May 16, 2014
Thoughts in the Mind of God
Friday, May 16, 2014
Today's thought: Thoughts in the Mind of God
Everything that ever was, everything that is, everything we see, including ourselves, was once a thought in the Mind of God.
We look and see the thoughts of God made visible, in physical form.
Be kind to all living things who, like you, come from the Mind of God and are sustained by His breath of life.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Thoughts in the Mind of God
Everything that ever was, everything that is, everything we see, including ourselves, was once a thought in the Mind of God.
We look and see the thoughts of God made visible, in physical form.
Be kind to all living things who, like you, come from the Mind of God and are sustained by His breath of life.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Thursday, May 15, 2014
Actions
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Today's thought: Actions
Some actions help us on the path to our highest good, some delay us, and some regress us.
We are continually creating our lives, continually evolving for better or for worse, depending on the choices that become our actions.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Actions
Some actions help us on the path to our highest good, some delay us, and some regress us.
We are continually creating our lives, continually evolving for better or for worse, depending on the choices that become our actions.
Love,
Zizi
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Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Faith
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Today's thought: Faith
Faith has the power to make visible that which was previously unseen.
When we believe, long enough and strong enough, all things are possible.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Faith
Faith has the power to make visible that which was previously unseen.
When we believe, long enough and strong enough, all things are possible.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014
We see what we are.
May 13, 2014
Today's thought: We see what we are.
We recognize in others those qualities and characteristics which we ourselves possess. And we reveal ourselves the most when we talk about others.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: We see what we are.
We recognize in others those qualities and characteristics which we ourselves possess. And we reveal ourselves the most when we talk about others.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Monday, May 12, 2014
Whatever happens...
May 12, 2014
Today's thought: Whatever happens...
"Whatever happens at all happens as it should; you will find this true, if you watch narrowly."
Marcus Aurelius (121AD - 180AD)
Everything that happens is the result of what happened before. This is why choice is so important. Whatever we do, whatever we choose has its own destiny and will not veer from its own path. Choose wisely. Your happiness, your life, is in your hands.
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: Whatever happens...
"Whatever happens at all happens as it should; you will find this true, if you watch narrowly."
Marcus Aurelius (121AD - 180AD)
Everything that happens is the result of what happened before. This is why choice is so important. Whatever we do, whatever we choose has its own destiny and will not veer from its own path. Choose wisely. Your happiness, your life, is in your hands.
Love,
Zizi
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Sunday, May 11, 2014
Words to live by.....Desiderata
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers!
Today's thought: Desiderata.....desired things.
A few weeks ago, while sorting through some old papers, I came across a copy of the poem, "Desiderata," by Max Ehrmann, (1872-1945). "Desiderata," Latin for 'desired things,' was first published in 1927. I have loved these words for over forty years. To follow even one or two of the poem's recommendations will lead to a better life.
I hope you will treasure these words as much as I have, and adopt them as a way of life.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and ignorant:
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater or lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars:
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann
Love,
Zizi
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Happy Mother's Day to all mothers!
Today's thought: Desiderata.....desired things.
A few weeks ago, while sorting through some old papers, I came across a copy of the poem, "Desiderata," by Max Ehrmann, (1872-1945). "Desiderata," Latin for 'desired things,' was first published in 1927. I have loved these words for over forty years. To follow even one or two of the poem's recommendations will lead to a better life.
I hope you will treasure these words as much as I have, and adopt them as a way of life.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and ignorant:
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater or lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars:
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann
Love,
Zizi
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Saturday, May 10, 2014
All the answers.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Today's thought: All the answers.
All the answers to all the questions we will ever ask lie within us. All we have to do is: Believe, be still, and listen.
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: All the answers.
All the answers to all the questions we will ever ask lie within us. All we have to do is: Believe, be still, and listen.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Friday, May 9, 2014
A wise teacher
Friday, May 9, 2014
Today's thought: A wise teacher
From the writings of Kahlil Gibran:
"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
Kahlil Gibran wrote many beautiful books; the most well-known is "The Prophet." "The Prophet" is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. You may want to consider reading it, if you have not.
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: A wise teacher
From the writings of Kahlil Gibran:
"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
Kahlil Gibran wrote many beautiful books; the most well-known is "The Prophet." "The Prophet" is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. You may want to consider reading it, if you have not.
Love,
Zizi
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Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Transformation
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Today I mindfully care for my body, mind, and spirit. As I do this, I transform my day and my life. All that I do transforms my day and, therefore, my life.
Love,
Zizi
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Today I mindfully care for my body, mind, and spirit. As I do this, I transform my day and my life. All that I do transforms my day and, therefore, my life.
Love,
Zizi
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Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Life is a process.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Today's thought: Life is a process.
Live the life you have. It is a stepping stone to the life you want. Be patient with yourself and with the time it takes. A flower does not come out of the earth in full bloom.
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: Life is a process.
Live the life you have. It is a stepping stone to the life you want. Be patient with yourself and with the time it takes. A flower does not come out of the earth in full bloom.
Love,
Zizi
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Monday, May 5, 2014
Education
Monday, May 5, 2014
Today's thought: Education
From the writings of Thomas Huxley.
"The most valuable result of all education is to make you do the thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not.
It is the first lesson that ought to be learned. And however early a man's training begins, it is probably the last lesson that he learns thoroughly."
Love,
Zizi
Today's thought: Education
From the writings of Thomas Huxley.
"The most valuable result of all education is to make you do the thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not.
It is the first lesson that ought to be learned. And however early a man's training begins, it is probably the last lesson that he learns thoroughly."
Love,
Zizi
Sunday, May 4, 2014
World Laughter Day - The Circus Wedding
May 4, 2014
Daughters of my heart, and other readers,
Today we celebrate World Laughter Day! And so, I am posting a short story, "The Circus Wedding," written tongue-in-cheek, totally fictitious, with imagination and exaggeration, in 1990. This was written for the sole purpose of making my brother laugh, which he did. I hope you do, too.
Poetic license was taken with some of the names, stringing together words that describe character traits or qualities, but are not really names as such. Loosely translated, "Tuttobello" is "all handsome," ( in both looks and character). "Carina ma Senzacervillini," would be "cute or darling, but possibly not too bright;" Ungenio
ma Unpocomatto," would be "a genius, but slightly mad." (It was Signor Unpocomatto who baked and decorated the famous wedding cake).
A short glossary of other words and phrases is listed after the story. One more bit of information to set the scene.
Signor Tuttobello is a dapper individual, 50-ish, (think Adolph Menjou or David Suchet), with the serious and dignified demeanor, which his position as an Ambassador merits and warrants. Signor Tuttobello came to this Country as a young child, excelled in his studies, and subsequently worked diligently in the diplomatic field to achieve his current position.
Carina is a 20-something, darling girl, with a sunny and sweet disposition, born at the Circus, to a family of high wire artists. From an early age, Carina performed on the high wire with her parents, and she has travelled all over the world.
Without further ado, in the form of a letter, here then is: "The Circus Wedding."
August 15, 1990
Dear Sir:
Let me thank you again for the time off to accept la Contessa's kind invitation to join her and Il Circolo degli Conoscenti for an idyllic week at her home in the Italian Alps. There is so much to report, and I shall do that later this week, but first let me relate the details of l'Ambasciatore Franco Tuttobello and Carina ma Senzacervillini's wedding dinner and reception, as told to us one evening by La Contessa, in the strictest confidence. La Contessa did, however, give me permission to tell you since you are her favorite and only brother.
This story begins after the ceremony, details of which were reported earlier. You will recall that Carina was a high wire artist at the Circus, where the ceremony took place. In the center ring, under the Big Top, along with the Reverend Reeds Sloely, from a nearby church, Signor Franco Tuttobello was nervously awaiting for his bride to appear.
Imagine Signor Tuttobello's surprise when, to the strains of the celebrated Wedding March from Wagner's Lohengrin, (incomparably rendered on the Circus calliope, especially tuned, refurbished and buffed to a brilliant fare-thee-well for the auspicious occasion), la Signorina Carina ma Senzacervillini appeared in all her wedding finery on the high wire directly above him.
"Santo Cielo!" il Signor Tuttobello, (who secretly suffers from a severe case of acrophobia, (also known as hypsophobia)), exclaimed to the assembled guests in general but to no one in particular, "Am I expected to join her on the wire?", which is precisely what la Signorina Senzacervillini had planned. As a little surprise, and therefore unbeknownst to her soon-to-be espoused Signor Tuttobello, he was to have been gently lifted, ever so slowly, with all the pomp and ceremony always accorded to full Ambassadors, (which Signor Tuttobello was), to her side on the wire, while the Reverend Reeds Sloely, who couldn't quite believe his eyes, officiated from below.
However, to her credit, la Signorina Senzacervillini, upon seeing the unmistakable mixture of anguish, despair, disbelief, and sheer naked fear in the beloved eyes of her beloved, immediately took one dainty step off the wire and, with the pantaloons under the voluminous skirt of her gown acting as twin parachutes, floated effortlessly to his side in a perfect landing that couldn't have been more accurate or precise if she had practiced it for months, whereupon the ceremony proceeded without any more little surprises, much to the
relief of Signor Tuttobello.
The bridal couple and guests left center ring under the Big Top and walked a short distance to the tent where the wedding dinner would be served. L'Ambasciatore was making a valiant attempt to compose himself after the rather unusual sight of Carina floating down from the high wire to his side for the ceremony.
Carina, glowing with happiness, was the perfect picture of a radiant bride and although she tried to walk sedately beside her new husband, as befitted her new station in life, she simply couldn't help skipping along now and then. It was a balmy Spring day and a pleasure to be outdoors with the mid-afternoon sun shining brightly, and a soft breeze stirring through the budding trees.
The dinner tent was decorated with swags of ferns and bouquets of white lilacs tied with simple bows of wide, pale green satin ribbons. At each post was a tall, slender, cylindrical column of decorative white wrought iron in which pairs of doves were cooing. The banquet tables were covered with glistening white linen cloths, caught at the corners with small bouquets of white lilacs and ferns, simply tied with pale green ribbon. The chairs had been covered in white linen. Pale green satin bows at the back of each chair held small bouquets of lilies of the valley. It was a cool and inviting scene. The sides of the tent had been rolled up and breezes drifting through carried the heady, heavenly scents of white lilacs and lilies of the valley everywhere.
L'Ambasciatore, who had thought it more appropriate to have the wedding dinner at the Embassy, had reluctantly been persuaded otherwise by Carina, who wanted her last day at the Circus to be a memorable one.
Now, nothing escaped his discerning eye as it swept the room before him, and he thought perhaps he had been wrong to assume that an elegant dinner could not be held at the Circus. He had duly noted that the linens were Porthault; the china was Rosenthal; the flatware Gorham sterling; and the crystal Baccarat. He noted also that, although the place settings harmonized beautifully, each table had been set with different patterns. This surprised him as he hadn't expected them to know that it was now considered gauche to have everything match. The simple arrangements of the white lilacs and lilies of the valley pleased him, for they were Carina's favorite flowers and he did want the day to be perfect for her. The doves were a nice touch.
Only one thing puzzled him and that was that the banquet tables were wider than the norm and rather than floral centerpieces or candles, several layers of very wide, pale green, satin ribbon had been placed down the center of each table. He turned to ask Carina if there was a particular significance to this, but was distracted by one of the guests, and then it was time to sit down.
After the customary toasts for the long life and happiness of the bridal couple, the Reverend Reeds Sloely gave the blessing and they began to eat the antipasto that was already in place. There was melon with prosciutto, caponata, and bruschetta; simple and delicious. As the circus guests finished, they placed their plates on the ribbons in the center of the table, which seemed a bit odd to the non-circus guests, but they followed the lead of their host and hostess, Carina's parents, and they did the same. None of them, however, (the non-circus guests, that is), could have imagined what was about to happen.
There was a short drum roll from the orchestra and then, from out of nowhere, came the trapeze artists, one for each table, who pressed the center edge of the table which activated a switch, which gave the table's center panel a slight tilt, so that by holding the ribbon in one hand and deftly sliding the other hand under it, they were able, (while hanging by their feet and flying through the air), to neatly stack all the plates that were to be removed using the ribbon to tie them all together securely. These were then deposited on a platform where plates for the next course were waiting and on the swing back to the perch from whence they came, the clean plates were laid down on the center panel, equidistant from one another and directly in front of each guest, the switch beneath the ribbons was pressed again, the center panels became level, and each guest then helped him/herself to a fresh, clean plate.
One could clearly hear l'Ambasciatore exclaim, "Santo Cielo, ma cosa succede"??!!! (Good Heavens, but what is happening??!!!) Carina turned to her beloved and was startled to see that he looked quite pale and shaken. Patting his hand soothingly, she explained that since she had been accustomed to these customs all of her youthful existence, to her they were very ordinary happenings and she hadn't thought it important, or necessary, to mention that trapeze artists would be clearing the tables. Carina assured her caro sposo that the rest of the dinner would be uneventful.
The circus guests failed to see what the fuss was about. This was simply an expedient way to remove and replenish plates. If it could be done with a touch of flair, so much the better.
Surely, one had to marvel at the precision and dexterity of these artists, flying upside down, in unison, never missing a beat or dropping a dish. Still, it might be a bit disconcerting to witness it for the first time.
The non-circus guests, once they recovered, relaxed, sipped their wine, and realized that this could turn out to be a very interesting evening indeed.
The next course, Egg-Drop Wedding Soup with Tiny Meatballs, was brought in by a parade of penguins, impeccably attired in matching tuxedos. As if on cue, all heads turned in the direction of the bridegroom, who struggled to appear calm....but failed.
And so it went, course after course, with the penguins serving, the trapezists clearing, and the bridegroom looking as if he were in a nightmare, from which there was no awakening.
The fine cuisine was totally lost on l'Ambasciatore but the other guests, circus and non-circus alike, thoroughly enjoyed the successive courses, the accompanying wines which had relaxed them all, and were looking forward to the dessert course, which was the next to come.
By now, the sun had set. It was the softest time of the day, when it is light no longer but not yet dark. Hundreds of tiny lights, like distant stars, twinkled high above in the recesses of the tent. The guests had been plentifully wined and dined, conversation had quieted down, and all were in a mellow mood. The doves were cooing contentedly, settling in for the night. A light fog had been gathering and was now drifting into the tent, creating shadows where the imaginative eye could conjure up almost anything.
The orchestra began to play the hauntingly beautiful strains of Scheherazade. A tinkling of bells was heard, and through the mist came twelve miniature white horses, pale green satin ribbons strung with silver bells entwined in their flowing manes and tails. The diminutive young riders wore pale green harem outfits, white rosebuds and pale green ribbons in their hair, the streamers of which fluttered gently behind them as they moved slowly through the mist. They carried dainty silver platters of the most delectable dolci, tiny meringues filled with a dense chocolate mousse, miniature raspberry tarts, hazelnut biscottini, amaretti, and panforte. The horses walked slowly behind the guests, stopped when their ribbon reins were pulled so that the platters could be placed on the tables, and started up again when directed to do so.
The room was hushed. It was an enchanting and captivating scene. The beauty of it cast its spell over all, including l'Ambasciatore, who looked visibly relaxed and about to enjoy himself for the first time that day.
White bear cubs, also in harem dress, rosebuds and ribbons, came into view, slowly pushing the tea trolley on which the wedding cake had been placed, and positioned it near the bridal party's table.
And what a cake it was! A veritable masterpiece! Painstakingly made and assembled by the celebrated (and highly sensitive) Signor Ungenio ma Unpocomatto, it was seven luscious layers of a sherry-laden pound cake, held together with a filling of tangy lemon curd spread over a thick layer of raspberries that had been pureed and reduced to a jam-like consistency. Rolled white fondant covered the sides and top, the perfect background for the parade of circus animals and acts, authentic to the minutest detail, sculpted in miniature and in marzipan, which circled tier after tier of the towering confection. Ribbons of frosting flowed beside them as they made their way to the top where, on the high wire, a tiny Carina in her wedding finery, (Signor Unpocomatto, having been sworn to secrecy, had been allowed to see her gown before the wedding), stood awaiting the arrival of her beloved, who, for the moment, stood below. A handsome glass-fronted cabinet of rare and exotic woods had been constructed which would permanently house the miniature circus parade as a lasting memento and souvenir for Carina, of her youth spent under the Big Top, as she was, of course, retiring to devote her time and unique talents to her new role of Signora Tuttobello.
And then it happened! Without warning and, one would assume, contrary to their training, the cubs began to recklessly push the trolley between themselves and it careened wildly about the room, ricocheting from a table here, a bear there, while marzipan flew everywhere as the trolley volleyed between guests and chairs and the supports which held the platforms where the trapezists had stored the plates so that, in addition to the general melee of the playful cubs, stampeding horses, and guests scampering out of the path of a cake run amok, there was added a waterfall of plates cascading toward, and crashing, onto the floor below.
The orchestra, like those on sinking ships, continued to play thereby adding to the overall cacophany, until the trolley rolled up to the low barrier in front of them, and the remainder of the cake slid off and landed squarely in the laps of two of them. It was that big!!!
Signor Unpocomatto wept. I hear, though, that he is recovering nicely in a Swiss sanitorium where they say the high altitude and mild shock treatments are doing him a world of good.
The clowns who rushed in to restore order only added to the chaos already in progress, contributing to the overall carnival atmosphere.
Curiously, Carina seemed to be enjoying the entire spectacle, clapping her hands and laughing gaily; and when one of the round-up crew shyly and ever-so-slightly bowed in her direction, it caused more than one guest to wonder if this had been a bizarre sequence of incredible events, or if it had been deliberately staged and intricately choreographed as a farewell performance for their cara Carina, whom they dearly loved and would sorely miss.
Turning toward her innamorato to see if he, too, was enjoying himself, Carina discovered him flat on the floor, out cold. Her call for help was heard by two clowns on stilts who came rushing to her aid, gently lifting l'Ambasciatore, (who fortunately was still comatose for, as you may recall, he is terrified of heights), and
carrying him to the Circus' first-aid tent, where he remained for the remainder of the evening, fitfully drifting in and out of consciousness, occasionally shouting "Aiutami, aiutami," ("help me, help me"), while Carina sat by his side, holding his hand, and murmuring sweet words of love and comfort.
Witnesses said that throughout the entire affair, your sister, La Contessa, who is the soul of decorum, sat transfixed, neither able to move, speak, nor quite believe her eyes.
The guests were told that the bridal couple would join them momentarily, (although they never did), and to please go into the adjoining tent for dancing. As the orchestra was in a state of shambles, and covered in cake, the calliope was brought in and played show tunes 'till dawn, when a delicious breakfast buffet was served, after which the non-circus guests reluctantly departed, certain in their heart of hearts that never again in this lifetime would they witness such an event.
Despite denials to the contrary, the rumor persists that l'Ambasciatore, watching the disintegration of all before him, deliberately pushed himself away from the table, tipped his chair and pitched himself backwards, preferring a possible concussion to watching his guests of high station dashing madly about in their vain attempts to escape a runaway cake. When asked if the rumor was true, La Contessa said her lips were sealed.
And so ends the story of the wedding dinner of Carina and her innamorato, l'Ambasciatore Franco Tuttobello.
Until my next report, I am most respectfully and faithfully,
Your Press Secretary
P.S. Knowing of your fondness for good food and wine, the wedding dinner and breakfast buffet menus,
along with recipes to serve 120 guests, are available upon request.
P.P.S. As time permits, I will relate how Carina and her caro met and you will realize, as I did that,
appearances to the contrary, it is a match made in heaven.
Glossary
amaretti............................small, round, almond cookies
Ambasciatore....................Ambassador
antipasto............................appetizers
bruschetta...........................small rounds of oven-toasted bread with savory toppings
caponata.............................a very thick mixture of stewed eggplant, tomatoes, zucchini and capers
caro.....................................dear
caro sposo...........................dear bridegroom
dolci.....................................sweets
gauche..................................awkward, not quite right
il circolo degli conoscenti.......a circle of 'those in the know'
innamorato............................beloved
panforte.................................a small, round, dense cake made with dried fruit,
spices, and honey. Recipes for panforte date
back to the time of the Crusades,
prosciutto...............................ham
signor.....................................Mr.
signora....................................Mrs.
signorina..................................Miss
Copyright 1990
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Love,
Zizi
email comments to LettersFromZizi@att.net
Daughters of my heart, and other readers,
Today we celebrate World Laughter Day! And so, I am posting a short story, "The Circus Wedding," written tongue-in-cheek, totally fictitious, with imagination and exaggeration, in 1990. This was written for the sole purpose of making my brother laugh, which he did. I hope you do, too.
Poetic license was taken with some of the names, stringing together words that describe character traits or qualities, but are not really names as such. Loosely translated, "Tuttobello" is "all handsome," ( in both looks and character). "Carina ma Senzacervillini," would be "cute or darling, but possibly not too bright;" Ungenio
ma Unpocomatto," would be "a genius, but slightly mad." (It was Signor Unpocomatto who baked and decorated the famous wedding cake).
A short glossary of other words and phrases is listed after the story. One more bit of information to set the scene.
Signor Tuttobello is a dapper individual, 50-ish, (think Adolph Menjou or David Suchet), with the serious and dignified demeanor, which his position as an Ambassador merits and warrants. Signor Tuttobello came to this Country as a young child, excelled in his studies, and subsequently worked diligently in the diplomatic field to achieve his current position.
Carina is a 20-something, darling girl, with a sunny and sweet disposition, born at the Circus, to a family of high wire artists. From an early age, Carina performed on the high wire with her parents, and she has travelled all over the world.
Without further ado, in the form of a letter, here then is: "The Circus Wedding."
August 15, 1990
Dear Sir:
Let me thank you again for the time off to accept la Contessa's kind invitation to join her and Il Circolo degli Conoscenti for an idyllic week at her home in the Italian Alps. There is so much to report, and I shall do that later this week, but first let me relate the details of l'Ambasciatore Franco Tuttobello and Carina ma Senzacervillini's wedding dinner and reception, as told to us one evening by La Contessa, in the strictest confidence. La Contessa did, however, give me permission to tell you since you are her favorite and only brother.
This story begins after the ceremony, details of which were reported earlier. You will recall that Carina was a high wire artist at the Circus, where the ceremony took place. In the center ring, under the Big Top, along with the Reverend Reeds Sloely, from a nearby church, Signor Franco Tuttobello was nervously awaiting for his bride to appear.
Imagine Signor Tuttobello's surprise when, to the strains of the celebrated Wedding March from Wagner's Lohengrin, (incomparably rendered on the Circus calliope, especially tuned, refurbished and buffed to a brilliant fare-thee-well for the auspicious occasion), la Signorina Carina ma Senzacervillini appeared in all her wedding finery on the high wire directly above him.
"Santo Cielo!" il Signor Tuttobello, (who secretly suffers from a severe case of acrophobia, (also known as hypsophobia)), exclaimed to the assembled guests in general but to no one in particular, "Am I expected to join her on the wire?", which is precisely what la Signorina Senzacervillini had planned. As a little surprise, and therefore unbeknownst to her soon-to-be espoused Signor Tuttobello, he was to have been gently lifted, ever so slowly, with all the pomp and ceremony always accorded to full Ambassadors, (which Signor Tuttobello was), to her side on the wire, while the Reverend Reeds Sloely, who couldn't quite believe his eyes, officiated from below.
However, to her credit, la Signorina Senzacervillini, upon seeing the unmistakable mixture of anguish, despair, disbelief, and sheer naked fear in the beloved eyes of her beloved, immediately took one dainty step off the wire and, with the pantaloons under the voluminous skirt of her gown acting as twin parachutes, floated effortlessly to his side in a perfect landing that couldn't have been more accurate or precise if she had practiced it for months, whereupon the ceremony proceeded without any more little surprises, much to the
relief of Signor Tuttobello.
The bridal couple and guests left center ring under the Big Top and walked a short distance to the tent where the wedding dinner would be served. L'Ambasciatore was making a valiant attempt to compose himself after the rather unusual sight of Carina floating down from the high wire to his side for the ceremony.
Carina, glowing with happiness, was the perfect picture of a radiant bride and although she tried to walk sedately beside her new husband, as befitted her new station in life, she simply couldn't help skipping along now and then. It was a balmy Spring day and a pleasure to be outdoors with the mid-afternoon sun shining brightly, and a soft breeze stirring through the budding trees.
The dinner tent was decorated with swags of ferns and bouquets of white lilacs tied with simple bows of wide, pale green satin ribbons. At each post was a tall, slender, cylindrical column of decorative white wrought iron in which pairs of doves were cooing. The banquet tables were covered with glistening white linen cloths, caught at the corners with small bouquets of white lilacs and ferns, simply tied with pale green ribbon. The chairs had been covered in white linen. Pale green satin bows at the back of each chair held small bouquets of lilies of the valley. It was a cool and inviting scene. The sides of the tent had been rolled up and breezes drifting through carried the heady, heavenly scents of white lilacs and lilies of the valley everywhere.
L'Ambasciatore, who had thought it more appropriate to have the wedding dinner at the Embassy, had reluctantly been persuaded otherwise by Carina, who wanted her last day at the Circus to be a memorable one.
Now, nothing escaped his discerning eye as it swept the room before him, and he thought perhaps he had been wrong to assume that an elegant dinner could not be held at the Circus. He had duly noted that the linens were Porthault; the china was Rosenthal; the flatware Gorham sterling; and the crystal Baccarat. He noted also that, although the place settings harmonized beautifully, each table had been set with different patterns. This surprised him as he hadn't expected them to know that it was now considered gauche to have everything match. The simple arrangements of the white lilacs and lilies of the valley pleased him, for they were Carina's favorite flowers and he did want the day to be perfect for her. The doves were a nice touch.
Only one thing puzzled him and that was that the banquet tables were wider than the norm and rather than floral centerpieces or candles, several layers of very wide, pale green, satin ribbon had been placed down the center of each table. He turned to ask Carina if there was a particular significance to this, but was distracted by one of the guests, and then it was time to sit down.
After the customary toasts for the long life and happiness of the bridal couple, the Reverend Reeds Sloely gave the blessing and they began to eat the antipasto that was already in place. There was melon with prosciutto, caponata, and bruschetta; simple and delicious. As the circus guests finished, they placed their plates on the ribbons in the center of the table, which seemed a bit odd to the non-circus guests, but they followed the lead of their host and hostess, Carina's parents, and they did the same. None of them, however, (the non-circus guests, that is), could have imagined what was about to happen.
There was a short drum roll from the orchestra and then, from out of nowhere, came the trapeze artists, one for each table, who pressed the center edge of the table which activated a switch, which gave the table's center panel a slight tilt, so that by holding the ribbon in one hand and deftly sliding the other hand under it, they were able, (while hanging by their feet and flying through the air), to neatly stack all the plates that were to be removed using the ribbon to tie them all together securely. These were then deposited on a platform where plates for the next course were waiting and on the swing back to the perch from whence they came, the clean plates were laid down on the center panel, equidistant from one another and directly in front of each guest, the switch beneath the ribbons was pressed again, the center panels became level, and each guest then helped him/herself to a fresh, clean plate.
One could clearly hear l'Ambasciatore exclaim, "Santo Cielo, ma cosa succede"??!!! (Good Heavens, but what is happening??!!!) Carina turned to her beloved and was startled to see that he looked quite pale and shaken. Patting his hand soothingly, she explained that since she had been accustomed to these customs all of her youthful existence, to her they were very ordinary happenings and she hadn't thought it important, or necessary, to mention that trapeze artists would be clearing the tables. Carina assured her caro sposo that the rest of the dinner would be uneventful.
The circus guests failed to see what the fuss was about. This was simply an expedient way to remove and replenish plates. If it could be done with a touch of flair, so much the better.
Surely, one had to marvel at the precision and dexterity of these artists, flying upside down, in unison, never missing a beat or dropping a dish. Still, it might be a bit disconcerting to witness it for the first time.
The non-circus guests, once they recovered, relaxed, sipped their wine, and realized that this could turn out to be a very interesting evening indeed.
The next course, Egg-Drop Wedding Soup with Tiny Meatballs, was brought in by a parade of penguins, impeccably attired in matching tuxedos. As if on cue, all heads turned in the direction of the bridegroom, who struggled to appear calm....but failed.
And so it went, course after course, with the penguins serving, the trapezists clearing, and the bridegroom looking as if he were in a nightmare, from which there was no awakening.
The fine cuisine was totally lost on l'Ambasciatore but the other guests, circus and non-circus alike, thoroughly enjoyed the successive courses, the accompanying wines which had relaxed them all, and were looking forward to the dessert course, which was the next to come.
By now, the sun had set. It was the softest time of the day, when it is light no longer but not yet dark. Hundreds of tiny lights, like distant stars, twinkled high above in the recesses of the tent. The guests had been plentifully wined and dined, conversation had quieted down, and all were in a mellow mood. The doves were cooing contentedly, settling in for the night. A light fog had been gathering and was now drifting into the tent, creating shadows where the imaginative eye could conjure up almost anything.
The orchestra began to play the hauntingly beautiful strains of Scheherazade. A tinkling of bells was heard, and through the mist came twelve miniature white horses, pale green satin ribbons strung with silver bells entwined in their flowing manes and tails. The diminutive young riders wore pale green harem outfits, white rosebuds and pale green ribbons in their hair, the streamers of which fluttered gently behind them as they moved slowly through the mist. They carried dainty silver platters of the most delectable dolci, tiny meringues filled with a dense chocolate mousse, miniature raspberry tarts, hazelnut biscottini, amaretti, and panforte. The horses walked slowly behind the guests, stopped when their ribbon reins were pulled so that the platters could be placed on the tables, and started up again when directed to do so.
The room was hushed. It was an enchanting and captivating scene. The beauty of it cast its spell over all, including l'Ambasciatore, who looked visibly relaxed and about to enjoy himself for the first time that day.
White bear cubs, also in harem dress, rosebuds and ribbons, came into view, slowly pushing the tea trolley on which the wedding cake had been placed, and positioned it near the bridal party's table.
And what a cake it was! A veritable masterpiece! Painstakingly made and assembled by the celebrated (and highly sensitive) Signor Ungenio ma Unpocomatto, it was seven luscious layers of a sherry-laden pound cake, held together with a filling of tangy lemon curd spread over a thick layer of raspberries that had been pureed and reduced to a jam-like consistency. Rolled white fondant covered the sides and top, the perfect background for the parade of circus animals and acts, authentic to the minutest detail, sculpted in miniature and in marzipan, which circled tier after tier of the towering confection. Ribbons of frosting flowed beside them as they made their way to the top where, on the high wire, a tiny Carina in her wedding finery, (Signor Unpocomatto, having been sworn to secrecy, had been allowed to see her gown before the wedding), stood awaiting the arrival of her beloved, who, for the moment, stood below. A handsome glass-fronted cabinet of rare and exotic woods had been constructed which would permanently house the miniature circus parade as a lasting memento and souvenir for Carina, of her youth spent under the Big Top, as she was, of course, retiring to devote her time and unique talents to her new role of Signora Tuttobello.
And then it happened! Without warning and, one would assume, contrary to their training, the cubs began to recklessly push the trolley between themselves and it careened wildly about the room, ricocheting from a table here, a bear there, while marzipan flew everywhere as the trolley volleyed between guests and chairs and the supports which held the platforms where the trapezists had stored the plates so that, in addition to the general melee of the playful cubs, stampeding horses, and guests scampering out of the path of a cake run amok, there was added a waterfall of plates cascading toward, and crashing, onto the floor below.
The orchestra, like those on sinking ships, continued to play thereby adding to the overall cacophany, until the trolley rolled up to the low barrier in front of them, and the remainder of the cake slid off and landed squarely in the laps of two of them. It was that big!!!
Signor Unpocomatto wept. I hear, though, that he is recovering nicely in a Swiss sanitorium where they say the high altitude and mild shock treatments are doing him a world of good.
The clowns who rushed in to restore order only added to the chaos already in progress, contributing to the overall carnival atmosphere.
Curiously, Carina seemed to be enjoying the entire spectacle, clapping her hands and laughing gaily; and when one of the round-up crew shyly and ever-so-slightly bowed in her direction, it caused more than one guest to wonder if this had been a bizarre sequence of incredible events, or if it had been deliberately staged and intricately choreographed as a farewell performance for their cara Carina, whom they dearly loved and would sorely miss.
Turning toward her innamorato to see if he, too, was enjoying himself, Carina discovered him flat on the floor, out cold. Her call for help was heard by two clowns on stilts who came rushing to her aid, gently lifting l'Ambasciatore, (who fortunately was still comatose for, as you may recall, he is terrified of heights), and
carrying him to the Circus' first-aid tent, where he remained for the remainder of the evening, fitfully drifting in and out of consciousness, occasionally shouting "Aiutami, aiutami," ("help me, help me"), while Carina sat by his side, holding his hand, and murmuring sweet words of love and comfort.
Witnesses said that throughout the entire affair, your sister, La Contessa, who is the soul of decorum, sat transfixed, neither able to move, speak, nor quite believe her eyes.
The guests were told that the bridal couple would join them momentarily, (although they never did), and to please go into the adjoining tent for dancing. As the orchestra was in a state of shambles, and covered in cake, the calliope was brought in and played show tunes 'till dawn, when a delicious breakfast buffet was served, after which the non-circus guests reluctantly departed, certain in their heart of hearts that never again in this lifetime would they witness such an event.
Despite denials to the contrary, the rumor persists that l'Ambasciatore, watching the disintegration of all before him, deliberately pushed himself away from the table, tipped his chair and pitched himself backwards, preferring a possible concussion to watching his guests of high station dashing madly about in their vain attempts to escape a runaway cake. When asked if the rumor was true, La Contessa said her lips were sealed.
And so ends the story of the wedding dinner of Carina and her innamorato, l'Ambasciatore Franco Tuttobello.
Until my next report, I am most respectfully and faithfully,
Your Press Secretary
P.S. Knowing of your fondness for good food and wine, the wedding dinner and breakfast buffet menus,
along with recipes to serve 120 guests, are available upon request.
P.P.S. As time permits, I will relate how Carina and her caro met and you will realize, as I did that,
appearances to the contrary, it is a match made in heaven.
Glossary
amaretti............................small, round, almond cookies
Ambasciatore....................Ambassador
antipasto............................appetizers
bruschetta...........................small rounds of oven-toasted bread with savory toppings
caponata.............................a very thick mixture of stewed eggplant, tomatoes, zucchini and capers
caro.....................................dear
caro sposo...........................dear bridegroom
dolci.....................................sweets
gauche..................................awkward, not quite right
il circolo degli conoscenti.......a circle of 'those in the know'
innamorato............................beloved
panforte.................................a small, round, dense cake made with dried fruit,
spices, and honey. Recipes for panforte date
back to the time of the Crusades,
prosciutto...............................ham
signor.....................................Mr.
signora....................................Mrs.
signorina..................................Miss
Copyright 1990
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Love,
Zizi
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Saturday, May 3, 2014
The Mystical
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Today's thought: The Mystical
From the writings of Albert Einstein:
"The most beautiful and the most profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms-----this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness."
Love,
Zizi
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Today's thought: The Mystical
From the writings of Albert Einstein:
"The most beautiful and the most profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms-----this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness."
Love,
Zizi
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Friday, May 2, 2014
Laughter
Friday, May 2, 2014
"Laughter" by Serene S. West:
"Laughter is a melody, a concert from the heart,
A tickling of the angels, creative living art.
Laughter heals and comforts, it's sometimes gentle...sometimes bold.
Laughter is a freeing dance, performed within the soul."
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May 4th is World Laughter Day. This event is celebrated every year on the first Sunday in May.
Laughter has both mental and physical healing benefits, some of which are detailed in my "Laughter" blog of March 13, 2014.
Look for my post on May 4th, where you will find a short story,"The Circus Wedding." It is totally fictitious and more than a bit ridiculous. It was written as a letter to my brother for the sole purpose of making him laugh, which he did. I hope you do, too.
Love,
Zizi
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"Laughter" by Serene S. West:
"Laughter is a melody, a concert from the heart,
A tickling of the angels, creative living art.
Laughter heals and comforts, it's sometimes gentle...sometimes bold.
Laughter is a freeing dance, performed within the soul."
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May 4th is World Laughter Day. This event is celebrated every year on the first Sunday in May.
Laughter has both mental and physical healing benefits, some of which are detailed in my "Laughter" blog of March 13, 2014.
Look for my post on May 4th, where you will find a short story,"The Circus Wedding." It is totally fictitious and more than a bit ridiculous. It was written as a letter to my brother for the sole purpose of making him laugh, which he did. I hope you do, too.
Love,
Zizi
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Thursday, May 1, 2014
Positive thoughts and prayers
Thursday, May l, 2014
Today's thought: Positive thoughts and prayers.
When we want change in our lives, it isn't enough to read positive thoughts or say the prayers of our faith. We need to hold the thoughts and live the faith long enough and strong enough to become the living image of the thought or prayer.
All change begins with a first step, a single thought, a single prayer. We can take that first step at any time, on any day, and in any place.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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Today's thought: Positive thoughts and prayers.
When we want change in our lives, it isn't enough to read positive thoughts or say the prayers of our faith. We need to hold the thoughts and live the faith long enough and strong enough to become the living image of the thought or prayer.
All change begins with a first step, a single thought, a single prayer. We can take that first step at any time, on any day, and in any place.
Love,
Zizi
Copyright 2014
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