Odė snigimui

Ši žiema stebuklinga. Nuo pirmųjų gruodžio dienų. Sniego kalnai, pūgos, baltos Kalėdos, apsnigti miškai ir nuostabus, tylus, raminantis snigimas besitęsiantis valandų valandas, o kartais net ir per visą dieną. 

Šia proga R. Skučaitės eilėraštis, kurį neperseniausiai atradau ir, kuris man pasirodė toks tinkamas šių metų žiemai 🙂

Būkim tylesni, kai šitaip sninga,
Kai mieste tokie balti kalnai.
Niekas nepradingo, nesustingo…
O jei ką užsnigo – laikinai…
Sniegas toks tylus, pabūkim tyliai
Ir nešaukim dideliu balsu.
Kaip šį vakar laukiam, liūdim, mylim…
Ar nuo sniego gera ar baisu?
Esam, tad ir sniegui duokim teisę
Kristi tyliai ir tylėt pusny.
Juk vis tiek- mylėsim, lauksim, eisim…
Tik, kol sninga, – būkim tylesni.

Tas snigimas toks raminantis reikalas, atrodo net nereikia didelės didybės ir stebuklų, Himalajų ir Didžiojo kanjono, kad siela atsigautų… tiesiog tyliai stebėti, kaip mažutės snaigytės besisukdamos leidžiasi, kaip jos palengva užkloja visą žemę.

Čia labai gražiai įsipaišys vienas žavus aforizmas: “When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf.” Tik leaf pakeisčiau šiuo atveju snowflake 🙂

Linkiu pasidžiaugti snigimo ramybe, kol dar galim 🙂

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The legend of Cupid and Psyche

I was enchanted by this mythical love story. And by the beauty of Antonio Canova’s sculpture “Psyche revived by Cupid’s kiss” (Louvre)

Envious and jealous of the beauty of a mortal girl named Psyche, Venus asks her son Cupid (known to the Greeks as Eros) to use his golden arrows while Psyche sleeps, so that when she awakens, Venus (Aphrodite to the Greeks) would have already placed a vile creature for her to fall in love with. Cupid finally agrees to her commands after a long (and failed) debate. As he flies to Psyche’s room at night, he turns himself invisible so no one can see him fly in through her window. He takes pity on her, for she was born too beautiful for her own safety. As he slowly approaches, careful not to make a sound, he readies one of his golden arrows. He leans over Psyche while she is asleep and before he can scratch her shoulder with the arrow, she awakens, startling him, for she looks right into his eyes, despite his invisibility. This causes him to scratch himself with his arrow, falling deeply in love with her. He cannot continue his mission, for every passing second he finds her more appealing. He reports back to Venus shortly after and the news enrages her. Venus places a curse on Psyche that keeps her from meeting a suitable husband, or any husband at that. As she does this, it upsets Cupid greatly, and he decides as long as the curse stays on Psyche, he will no longer shoot arrows, which will cause Venus’ temple to fall.

After months of no one — man or animal — falling in love, marrying, or mating, the Earth starts to grow old, which causes concern to Venus, for nobody praises her for Cupid’s actions. Finally, she agrees to listen to Cupid’s demands, according him one thing to have his own way. Cupid desires Psyche. Venus, upset, agrees to his demands only if he begins work immediately. He accepts the offer and takes off, shooting his golden arrows as fast as he can, restoring everything to the way it should be. People again fall in love and marry, animals far and wide mate, and the Earth begins to look young once again.

When all continue to admire and praise Psyche’s beauty, but none desire her as a wife, Psyche’s parents consult an oracle, which tells them to leave Psyche on the nearest mountain, for her beauty is so great that she is not meant for (mortal) man. Terrified, they have no choice but to follow the oracle’s instructions. But then Zephyrus, the west wind, carries Psyche away, to a fair valley and a magnificent palace where she is attended by invisible servants until nightfall, and in the darkness of night the promised bridegroom arrives and the marriage is consummated. Cupid visits her every night to sleep with her, but demands that she never light any lamps, since he does not want her to know who he is until the time is right.

Cupid allows Zephyrus to take Psyche back to her sisters and bring all three down to the palace during the day, but warns that Psyche should not listen to any argument that she should try to discover his true form. The two jealous sisters tell Psyche, then pregnant with Cupid’s child, that rumor is that she had married a great and terrible serpent who would devour her and her unborn child when the time came for it to be fed. They urge Psyche to conceal a knife and oil lamp in the bedchamber, to wait till her husband is asleep, and then to light the lamp and slay him at once if it is as they said. Psyche sadly follows their advice. In the light of the lamp Psyche recognizes the fair form on the bed as the god Cupid himself. However, she accidentally pricks herself with one of his arrows, and is consumed with desire for her husband. She begins to kiss him, but as she does, a drop of oil falls from her lamp onto Cupid’s shoulder and wakes him. He flies away, and she falls from the window to the ground, sick at heart.

Psyche then finds herself in the city where one of her jealous elder sisters live. She tells her what had happened, then tricks her sister into believing that Cupid has chosen her as a wife on the mountaintop. Psyche later meets her other sister and deceives her likewise. Each sister goes to the top of the peak and jumps down eagerly, but Zephyrus does not bear them and they fall to their deaths at the base of the mountain.

Psyche searches far and wide for her lover, finally stumbling into a temple where everything is in slovenly disarray. As Psyche is sorting and clearing the mess, Ceres (Demeter to the Greeks) appears, but refuses any help beyond advising Psyche that she must call directly on Venus, who caused all the problems in the first place. Psyche next calls on Junoo in her temple, but Juno gives her the same advice. So Psyche finds a temple to Venus and enters it. Venus then orders Psyche to separate all the grains in a large basket of mixed kinds before nightfall. An ant takes pity on Psyche, and with its ant companions, separates the grains for her.

Venus is outraged at her success and tells her to go to a field where golden sheep graze and to retrieve some golden wool. A river-god tells Psyche that the sheep are vicious and strong and will kill her, but if she waits until noontime, the sheep will go to the shade on the other side of the field and sleep; she can then pick the wool that sticks to the branches and bark of the trees. Venus next asks for water flowing from a cleft that is impossible for a mortal to attain and is also guarded by great serpents. This time an eagle performs the task for Psyche.

Venus, furious at Psyche’s survival, claims that the stress of caring for her son, made depressed and ill as a result of Psyche’s lack of faith, has caused her to lose some of her beauty. Psyche is to go to the Underworld and ask the queen of the Underworld, Proserpina (Persephone to the Greeks), to place a bit of her beauty in a box that Venus had given to Psyche. Psyche decides that the quickest way to the Underworld is to throw herself off some high place and die, and so she climbs to the top of a tower. But the tower itself speaks to Psyche and tells her the route that will allow her to enter the Underworld alive and return again, as well as telling her how to get past Cerberus (by giving the three-headed dog a small cake); how to avoid other dangers on the way there and back; and most importantly, to eat nothing but coarse bread in the underworld, as eating anything else would trap her there forever. Psyche follows the orders precisely, rejecting all but bread while beneath the Earth.

However, once Psyche has left the Underworld, she decides to open the box and take a little bit of the beauty for herself. Inside, she can see no beauty; instead an infernal sleep arises from the box and overcomes her. Cupid (Eros), who had forgiven Psyche, flies to her, wipes the sleep from her face, puts it back in the box, and sends her back on her way. Then Cupid flies to Mount Olympus and begs Jupiter (Zeus) to aid them. Jupiter calls a full and formal council of the gods and declares that it is his will that Cupid marry Psyche. Jupiter then has Psyche fetched to Mount Olympus, and gives her a drink made from ambrosia, granting her immortality. Begrudgingly, Venus and Psyche forgive each other.

(taken from Wikipedia – may all Olympus gods bless it:)))

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Pusryčių sumuštiniai “Amerika* su obuoliu pataliukais”

Dievinu žemės riešutų sviestą. Nežemiškas dalykas… glotniai glostantis gomurį ir suteikiantis beveik nepadoriai didelį malonumą. Šitus sumuštinukus sufantazavau vieną rytą besėdėdama… oh shamelessness of that… meditacijoj. Na, buvau dar nepusryčiavus, o po dvidešimties minučių tykaus sėdėjimo skrandis ėmė reikšt pretenzijas ir pasidaviau nunešama fantazijų apie maistą… Įdomus dalykas – kuo alkanesnis esi, tuo originalesnių minčių galvoj prisiranda. 🙂

O pirminis impulsas buvo neseniai skaniai.lt tinklaraštyje užmatyti “Sumuštiniai su antaniniais obuoliais”. Taigi, pirminis impulsas+kankinantis rytinis alkis+žemės riešutų sviestas= greitas ir maistingas pusrytis.

Vieno nedidelio žmogaus pusryčiams reikalingi produktai:

2 riekelės baltos forminės/neforminės/baguette duonos

žemės riešutų sviesto (naudojau Marks&Spencer Crunchy Peanut Butter – labai rekomenduoju:)

1 nedidelis arba pusė didesnio obuolio, sutarkuoto burokine tarka, ar smulkiai pjaustyto

kupinas arbatinis šaukštelis grietinės


šaukšteliukas rudo cukraus ar medaus – jei norisi saldžiau

truputis sviesto ir šlakelis vandens – obuolių troškinimui

Gamybos procesas:

Pirmų pirmiausia lengvai paskrudinti duonos riekeles. Jas dosniai aptepti riešutų sviestu.

Obuolių pataliukų gamybai pasiimame mažą puoduką, i jį mestelim gabalėlį sviesto ir uždedame ant ugnies. Kai sviestas ima tirpti, sudedame obuolius sumaišytus su cinamonu, cukrumi/medumi, įpilam šlakelį vandens – kad nesviltų ir ant lėtos ugnies patroškinam iki asmeniškai jums mėgstamo obuolių minkštumo. Tada dedame grietinę ir dar truputį patroškinam.

Kabinam šaukštu obuolių košelę ir tepam ant riešutų sviestu apteptų duonos riekelių.

Voilà! Bon Appétit!

P.S. Svarbi rekomendacija – gaminant galvoti tik gražias mintis ir šypsotis, mat sako maistas visas mūsų išskiriamas energijas sugeria 🙂 🙂

o galiausiai reikalinga ir elegantiška daina prie rytinės kavytės.

*kodėl Amerika? ogi riešutų sviesto garbei, kuris Amerikoj mano žiniomis yra labai mėgstamas produktas.

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and my brand new baby comes into the world


Stengsiuosi čia kurti a happy place! kur bus galima “įsikvėpti”, pailsinti akis ir protą, kartu ieškoti prasmės.. matyti, kurti, dalintis grožiu.

O iškilmingo atidarymo proga, muzikos kūrinėlis tiesiai is Dievo iPodo 🙂

Sustokim trumpam, giliai įkvėpkim ir nusišypsokim. 🙂 ahh , la vita è bella!

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