Roses in the court

I hope, the gardeners that were here this morning, did leave the roses as they were and the people living near them can delight more in those wonderfully coloured roses.

We need beauty around us.

I passed near them remembering that they were the favourite rose colour of my mother, tea colour. How come we do remember such details? Why some details remain in our mind when we forget so many others?

She died 50 years ago, springtime.

Her lasts words to me where about me: Your hair! My hair was blown by the wind that blow during our walk with my friend. He came with me, knowing how difficult it is for me, visiting her to her hospital bed once I knew she will not make it.

I remember the painting of that room too, a young Rumanian girl's reproduction by a classical author. I felt then that I was not alone, as he was with me. My friend, lover future husband. I believed in him then.

I do not regret it today, because he did gave me two wonderful children, who have now their children, their lifes.

I am alone but not all alone.

In London, so many wonderful people! And those great roses, too.

She spoke too!

The same lady I met a while ago in the Soho restaurant, were I told about HOME, the one so charming, this time she did spoke too, told a story about her ten days of not speaking - during a meditation workshop.

Interesting story. We passed the days, slowly, as they must have then, all with her and the story. It would have come out even better, have she mimed, showed, told, instead of reading it. Next time.

My story was the first to arrive and I did come out towards the audience and succeeded to capture their attention from the beginning to end. Standing first, sitting down then, but leaning towards them and using instead of full body, vocal variety. I did better then I thought I would, but then again, I had a wonderful audience! They reacted so many times and so well to what I was telling!

Music on the footbridge

That is an instrubment I discovered in London and like a lot. Here played on the footbridge between Embarkader and Rohal Festival Hall, Friday.

And yes, my performace went very well - was a "huge success" the best so far from my storytelling career. Alas, I thnnk I registered some radio instead of my story, while telling it.

I believed the lights will bother me, but once I begun the story I forgot all but the story and the audience. They reacted so great! I was an enormous joy to tell them my First times. And yes, you are never too old for a first time!

Compose yourself

A big great spectacle of end of year at school, "Compose yourself" different meanings I presume.

It gave the children the occasion to learn about old and newer composers, be them, speak about themselves and hear and sing melodies from them.

I specially liked the song by the smallest ones from the Melody of Music "the things we love" and, toward the end, I almost cried so wonderful they song the Hymn of Joy, Europe's hymn now, written so long ago by Beethoven.

They song, danced, played, great children and wonderful teachers.

Of course, I was also proud of my two grand children, and of their parents having found that great school. "Well done," as they say it here.

Roses for my mother

Long years, 50 in fact, since my mother is no more near me, no more living, but I do remember so much of her.

This colour of roses were the one's she prefered.

I found them not far from where I live, near appartment house windows. I have taken away with me - the photos.

A bunch of flowers, a bunch if photos.

Not so easy to photographe, this color thea or flame.

CharingX to Royal Festival Hall

Great day, yesterday.

I should go more often to the Royal Festival Hall, so much is happening there hour by hour, day by day!

After having repeated my Monday performance story, at the 4th floor quiet corner, I went to see the Science Exhibit inside, See the diapo.

Then, I sat down outside and took the passerby men and women and, some children. Later, only their legs, also speaking of summer in London.

Inspirational speech

Yesterday, Toastmaster Meeting.

End of a Toastmaster year with change of Presidents and Committee, I am not officially Vice President of Education, not only replacing the old one. We have a new President.

Our old president, whom I'll miss, is moving higher on the TM rank, seeing to five clubs in our Area. The new president will bring fresh air and I do look forward for it and working together.

For me, the hightlight of yesterday was Zhana's speech.

Under very difficult circonstances, she proved, to me at least but not only, that one can count on her. We needed her to finish her Competent Communicator Manual, and she had to go away, but as soon as she was back, she did give two speeches in two days to finish. And she did it with brio.

Her speech about the Mariage blessing was indeed inspiring and unforgottable. "Believe me, it is a great thing, I do know it, I am now married the third time!" She was inspiring and funny at the same time. Religious and femenine, strong and smiling. Great and inspiring speech!

All through the meeting, I was enchanted, how much each of us progressed, it is a great joy to see our development as speakers, from month to month, meeting to meeting.

"This time, I looked at the audience" said me one who was too shy until now even to look at us, and he indeed did. His accomplishment yesterday is as great as Zhana's, he stepped to an other level!