Thanksgiving is approaching, and as always, I thank everyone around me—I love and appreciate you very much. I thank my entire family and my parents for giving me life, raising me, and educating me. I thank God for His wisdom and love for us. I thank the land on which I stand today, which has given me shelter and helped me. I thank once again those people who are around me at this time and are my support, my encouragement, and the inspiration for my work.
Last week I was lucky enough to be among the participants of the festival NUIT BLANCHE TORONTO 2025.
Besides a sleepless night, a surge of emotions from the huge number of art installations and meeting the artists themselves, I still have an orange volunteer cap.
I was lucky enough to spend the night not far from me, in Humber Collage’s location.
Who was with me in this location? Tell me about yourself, write. I think you liked everything that happened there that night. I had the brightest and darkest red place. This is a beautiful installation by a wonderful Iranian artist, a professor at the University of Toronto, NILOO INALOUEI.
The installation was called Woven Words and carried the connection from the Global South to Turtle Island,conducted communication by fragments from contemporary Iranian poetry by filling .
Those who came to this location could touch the tightly woven fabric scraps that hung smoothly from the ceiling, find lovingly written poetic lines, and walk through them, feeling a connection with themselves. It was the most sensitive, tender, and pleasant location.
We were helped to create this beauty by the warm autumn weather outside, the huge number of Toronto residents interested in culture and art, and the wonderful aura that surrounded us.
Today will be a lot of words and few photos, and not because there’s nothing to add. There’s a topic I want to discuss and leave here. My future posts will also be slightly modified.
I want to say right away about tomorrow, this is the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation,it is an annual federal holiday in Canada.
I’m pleased to live in a country that celebrates holidays and offers memory and historical justice to all communities that exist in Canada’s provinces. It was in Canada that I developed a respect for the laws that help preserve the cultures of newly arrived communities and appreciate the history of this country’s origins. We, all living in this country, respect the way a culture of love and respect for the natural environment is honored and developed. We have the largest parks, and it was here that I became a lover of parks and reserves. I’ve learned so much from living in Ontario. I also benefit greatly from cultural and social workshops and lectures where First Nations people teach us their foundations and secrets. I was pleased to participate in one such summer program this summer.
My activities and my already not-so-short life in Canada have deepened my understanding and exploration of my roots. Through cultural centers, social groups, and summer festivals, I learn a lot and deepen my primary knowledge.
Tommorow Day of acknowledge and undestanding the profound and ongoing trauma caused by Canada residental school system,which uninterionally harms Indigenous children,families,and communities.
This day reminder anout colonialization,help support cultural revitalization and commit to building a more inclusive and equitable future for all Canadians.
It is the migrants and newcomers, more than anyone else, who are very sensitive and sensitive to the country’s historical past and are unlikely to want it to be repeated. That’s why our country is multicultural, and that’s very gratifying. How will this change our children? What skills will they acquire living in a multiethnic community? This, of course, means improving cultural skills, building a system of cohabitation and coexistence, and respecting and understanding each people.
This is a magical time. I’m experiencing it for the first time. Today is September 22, 2025.
Just yesterday, a sunny, warm summer day, we were enjoying the continuation of the Canadian summer. It was 25 degrees, the air was lightly dusty and filled with the scent of wilted leaves, parched soil, and earth and asphalt cracked by the heat.
We all waited and prayed for rain, which, according to the weather forecast, was supposed to come, but somehow passed us by, and I mentally envied the places where it happened.
Nature was waiting for moisture, calm. The trees were waiting for the signal to shed their leaves and bare their leaves before winter arrived. And today, after a night of rain with thunderstorms and lightning, that transition and that period we had been waiting for so long have arrived. And I celebrate it with pleasure.
I don’t know what another person feels at this time, but I began to see these changes. Although, unfortunately, my eyesight is very poor. Sensations and perceptions are added, mixed with knowledge gained from literature and sources. For example, spiders have become active and have begun spinning webs wherever possible. Just now, standing in the kitchen, I noticed a small fly caught in a spider’s web, and he was actively wrapping it around her. It was still resisting, but he pricked it with his proboscis; it convulsively shuddered, and he quickly wrapped it in web. There were some bugs nearby, already in a cocoon. I remembered that this fly was flying around yesterday, hitting the kitchen window. I noticed it was small and not as strong as the previous ones. Apparently new, young. It hadn’t gained strength yet. And today she’s already in the web, shuddering, awaiting the final dose of poison.
I took the tip of a knife and broke the web. The spider ran away. I placed the fly on the paper. What can I say? She’s moving, but her wings and legs are obediently folded alongside her body. I carried her out into the yard, where it’s still warm. Will she survive? I laid her on the grass. Soon after the rain, there will be sunshine. Who knows? But I’ve broken some cycle again. She should die, no, I intervened, freed her—let her live.
The air after the rain is very fresh and pleasant. The trees have shed the dust that had settled on them over the past few months. We had to water them to maintain moisture in the soil. But many things have reacted to the changing weather. For example, the raspberries, which love moisture, have dried out considerably. They haven’t produced their second crop, as usual. The growth of many trees and flowers, which usually have a beautiful, lush appearance by autumn, has unfortunately stopped. But this year the tomatoes have flourished and produced an endless harvest.
The rain beats pleasantly on the glass, leaving a funny, blurry pattern on it.
The birds have fallen silent. You can’t hear them as you usually do in the early morning on summer days. Besides the spiders, the squirrels in the garden have become more active—they’ve dug up all the bones and roots they like from the pots and brought me half-eaten nuts in return. They sit in the tall trees nearby, and you can hear them gnawing, gnawing, gnawing. It’s some kind of animal instinct—to gnaw on as much as possible before the cold weather sets in. Establishing neighborly relationships with the squirrels, I feed them, leaving them apples and bringing them fragrant nuts. There’s a section for them in the bird feeder, too. They love corn. But I’ve stopped giving them food with added corn so as not to attract mice. I also agreed with the mice not to venture onto our property; stay with the mean neighbor. There’s no honey or food waiting for you there. We’ve cleaned everything out and sealed the cracks. They’ve stopped coming, but sometimes they still sneak in to collect something—these are field mice, which feed on roots, plants, and grain. It’s impossible to get rid of them completely, but I try to keep them out of our area. I can’t imagine how people, like farmers, live near forests or in villages. We had a wild bunny last year. I even bragged that finally, a hare had made its way onto our street, amid the noise and cars, among tolerant, kind neighbors. Don’t be surprised, Canadians even feed this animal, which digs burrows and lives, most often in park areas along the lakeshore. I admired such people. Last year, we got one too. But apparently, not everyone liked it. There are Chinese and Vietnamese, a Serbian woman, Canadians, and Italians around. Some didn’t like it. I never saw it again. But the skunk comes. Its scent is unmistakable. The trees are large, so it comes at night. It climbs the fence and sits there. It waits until everyone falls asleep and, apparently, finds some food. I know that these animals also prefer to live near the lake. They feed and love fish. Perhaps one of the neighbors, based on their diet, attracted this animal. That’s the kind of wildlife we have around here. This is Toronto, a country tolerant of animals. I’ve noticed that with the onset of autumn, I feel more inclined to describe and share my observations with you. Drawing is becoming difficult; my eyes aren’t the same. My vision has worsened. But there’s no despair, although my mood has been dulled by this. I have to switch to a different mode, readjust, and help myself find something beautiful and pleasant in what’s happening within me over the years. Today, I’m celebrating the arrival of the velvety, colorful season in Ontario.
It’s about to get beautiful, and this celebration of vibrant foliage on the trees will last until the frost and the first snow. And they’re already very close.
Ah, this September. It’s unlike any other. It’s unexpectedly warm. I remember how in the middle of the month we’d either walk around in rubber boots and under umbrellas or wear down jackets because the northerly wind chilled us to the bone. This year, summer decided to extend, and September brought warmth and sunshine until the end of the month. You can swim in the pool and sunbathe, which is unusual for our northern climate. But that’s not always the case. One bad thing is that plants and trees react to this with stress—they shed their leaves early. And another problem: small streams have dried up. There were many of them in the Toronto area. But now many have dried up, which is very bad for the microclimate. The soil suffers, the trees suffer. It’s dry. This kind of weather is observed all over the globe, and it doesn’t bring joy.
I don’t know what will happen next year, but we live in a time of change. Today I’ll tell you about a day in my life. Everyone has one. And I’m sharing with you how I spend my weekend. So, we woke up this morning and decided to drive 20 km from home to have breakfast as a family somewhere on the outskirts of Mississauga.
Why? I just wanted to sit in a nice cafe or restaurant with the whole family and eat something Middle Eastern while the weather was nice—felyafel, khomos, eggplant, bean salad, kofta, and delicious tea from a teapot, like they serve in Jordanian cafes. We were just reminiscing about our old life and wanted to relive the flavors of that time. We had a delicious meal in a small restaurant, sitting on the veranda.
So the day was just beginning. At midday, we decided to stop by the jazz festival that was taking place in Port Credit. A very crowded and interesting festival that attracted people from all over Ontario. We arrived just in time for the musicians’ awards ceremony. There were several stages, and bands and musicians were playing on each. Port Credit is a very popular place for strolling in Mississauga.
You can never have too much music. The pleasure it brings is indescribable. And finally, at the end of the day, a family walk on the lake. I must say, there are few mosquitoes and midges at this time of year, so it’s pleasant to stroll along the lake. That’s exactly what we did. And the photo I’m posting for you is unique. It’s rare to see Lake Ontario like this—filled with algae and shallow, with less water.
Of course, could it be from the full moon?! Yes, it’s the full moon that does this. So, I decided to take a photo of the blood moon that so much has been written about.
She’s beautiful. But you probably can’t see her very well. I mean, there are the streetlights and the moon. I’ll take another photo for you, more detailed. That will be better.
Well, it seems to have worked. A short story about a day in my life has worked.
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It has become a tradition that I write a post not about today, but after some time. This does not change the basis of the post, but lags a little in time. Well, it is already the second day of autumn weather, autumn temperatures, and I return you to July, where the sun is in full swing, where every day was stuffy, dry and very sunny. Probably there were many requests and prayers from the residents of our country for more sun. So we got what we asked for. As if on command – from the first days of June. summer in Ontario, very hot days came.
The salvation from the heat and heat at the beginning of summer was an afternoon walk in the park. So Barbara and I decided to walk through our favorite park in Mississauga. Why our favorite? The largest Art Center in Mississauga is located there. Therefore, every time we look into the park, we invite ourselves to the gallery, to see what it has to offer, what activities there are and what’s new.
And of course, take a look at my favorite house, which is located next to the art center. A wonderful place in all respects. I even chose it as a location for making a film a few years ago. It is very well-kept, brings its beauty and taste to the beautiful landscape of the park.
The color of the flowers and greenery of the trees combined with the architecture of the building and the small park around it. The care of the people who look after this place attracts many people here every day.
And in the evening it is especially pleasant to walk in the shade of tall trees, fragrant herbs and many-sided flowers. This is a fabulous place for romantics, lovers and just lovers of walks in the park.
And I will allow myself to express gratitude for this piece of paradise in the middle of Mississauga. Although I can’t walk there and I’m not a resident of Mississauga, I still enjoy walking in this park.
In the park they grow a lot of different types of flowers. They try to grow potatoes, tomatoes and cucumbers – we saw this in their experimental beds. In mid-July we went and saw what they had with the harvest. It was very interesting, because for me, as a gardener, the tomatoes were standing and slowly setting flowers. And the cucumbers in general decided to burn in the sun and get sick. No matter how I changed their places, they were exposed to the virus and the leaves dried up. And in the park at that time there were live, very large cucumber leaves and a lot of ovaries. Apparently, not only the place affects, but also the soil and the type of plant itself. Mine were bought ready-made in the store and this is my last purchase – it is better to grow from seeds than to spend money on seedlings heavily treated with growth hormones that cannot produce a harvest. In Ontario this is a problem, since we have a very short summer and we need to quickly grow and harvest. I do not envy our gardeners.
It’s easier with flowers, because there is no harvest here and you can calmly enjoy the blooming of luxurious lilies, roses and gladioli.
Fortunately, the park has plenty of flower species and their color and brightness are amazing.
I don’t even know which types of flowers I prefer.
Still, probably bushes, without flowering. I like them more.
Even these wild yellow flowers look different in well-tended flower beds.
This is a small house for bees, wasps and all sorts of insects, which can find there what they usually look for at the end of summer. Hide for the winter. This is collected to show to children who come here as little lovers of the park and nature. This year I have seen many of these summer camps with this focus. I am very glad that so much attention is paid to teaching children culture and caring for nature.
Walking among the trees, I look closely at the varieties of tree species growing here. For example, it is considered a favorite delicacy of birds.
This is a Christmas tree. But it is very well-groomed and that makes it look like a queen.
And this is my favorite wooden cart, where I made a film. The cart has already completely collapsed, but as an element of decor, it fits very nicely into the architecture of the park.
Well, let’s walk through the colorful flower beds again and feel their aroma. It is especially prominent during hot weather and at the end of a hot day it can be especially felt.
Echinacea is planted here too.
Another lily bed
If you think that it is boring and tedious here, it is not at all. In the summer, many concerts and events are held here in the art center building. Live music, meetings with artists and various exhibitions.
And I don’t want to leave the park at all, because this diversity of blooms gives harmony, calms, sets you up for an energetic rhythm and leaves a lot of memories for cold winter evenings. Publishing this memory, I wish for my friend a speedy recovery and look forward to new walks.
Cindy approaches the air flow from the air conditioner vent as if she wants to grab it.Her crooked tongue prevents her from opening her mouth, and she tries again and again to grab air with her nose.
Small constant convulsions of the face and head do not allow her to do this, she sneezes, raises her small head to meet the flow of wind again and again.
Here she is, such a tiny red bird, raising her head… not knowing what will happen to her in an hour… that she is like a ray of our sun, like a little bird she will fly away from us to the rainbow… she will feel better.
Her spasms and attacks will stop, she will not have to hide from the sounds that she has become afraid of, from the disease that has paralyzed her, her face, her tongue.
She stopped howling, barking and whining. The tumor squeezed her brain and she went numb. Only her suffering, painfully beloved by us eyes, which no longer cry, but bulge, the left eye is paralyzed, tears do not flow. She looks for a place with her thin beautiful paws to hide. This is how animals hide when they see that their life is coming to an end. She is no longer ill,only past three month.
For two more days she whined, howled and barked. Then suddenly she fell silent. The paralysis lasted almost a day, did not stop with medication. Doctors did not give good prognoses. She is 12 years old and this happened suddenly. In two months the disease took over and took her.
These were 12 happy years for us.
Thank you for being with us. We had such a good time, as we will never have again. Thank you for leaving your sons Mimmi and Chaki.
Thank you for loving and being loved by Alex.
He will never have such a wonderful Cindy again. You had such a beautiful life! You had a very beautiful wedding!
You were like a bride in a blue dress. True, it was already a little small for you, but you managed to fit into it and marry Alex.
A year later, we brought a sambrero from Mexico, you got dressed and ran. Well, yes, you are from Mexico. Chihuahua.
Then the daily grind of life began, like every woman’s. But first, why did Alex marry you? When I brought you from Ukraine and you turned from a puppy into a young dog, you caused me a problem, you wanted to be a mother and we lay on my bed for 24 hours without food or sleep, you played pregnant and giving birth. And I suffered, pretending to help. I couldn’t go to the toilet or get distracted. Then I decided that I would bring you from Ukraine a small, smaller than you in weight, male chihuahua. I fulfilled your request, the groom flew to you on LOT Airlines in the seat next to me across the ocean to meet life in paradise.
Yes, it was a happy 11 years of dog’s life. You lived together in our house, everything was yours – both the house and the yard. Until the end of your life, Alex, even when you growled and barked at him, licked you, your ears, neck and head. When he wanted to lie down next to you, and you were in a bad mood, you growled at him. Then Alex crawled to you with his back. We laughed.
It was a wonderful family, where we learned love and friendship, where a real dog family life reigned.
You, our tiny creatures, gave us joy every day. It was not hard for us with you, on the contrary, it was easy.
Together we managed our large household very well, now I can’t find a place for myself and the house, it turns out, was held up by you. Your boys look at me with your eyes. The house became clean and quiet in a second. So quiet, as I never wanted. After all, I always wanted our house to be full of noise, dogs barking and for the small family to live in it perfectly.
We are lived in a family of Chihuahua. You gave us a happy life. You had a friend and a Mini in love with you. Unfortunately, he is with you this year in the spring on the rainbow.
You were friends.
Family life was ordinary and you was pregnant and I had to be your assistant. Without experience I tried to acquire it,I watched videos and read many books.
I helped you give birth, it lasted about 6 hours, we had three beautiful little tiny balls of hair puppies.Your first puppies.
They chewed all the furniture on the floor and gave us trouble, but we studied and enjoyed caring for you. I then thought of getting rich, breeding a lot of puppies from you and selling them. But ….Each birth – one dead or disabled, and there were only three births. Then I stopped my ideas, since in Toronto veterinarian services are expensive and your birth cost us a lot. Especially the second. Caesarean and dead puppies. The first birth, we sold two, and one, Bim, stayed with us, he had hydrocephalus and four years later he also died very quickly from sudden epileptic seizures.
I was very worried then, and you saw and understood everything, and decided to help me – you got pregnant, after a cesarean section and when I no longer dreamed of your puppies. You decided to give me a gift and we had three puppies.I remember that moment, I came to the veterinarian, a wonderful veterinarian, whom all of Toronto knew. This Polish doctor loved cats and dogs so much that all of Toronto was in his clinic. Great experience and strong love for him from people. I brought you, Cindy, to him to see how many babies you have and I collected money for your cesarean, because I was very afraid for your health and the health of the babies. The doctor smiled and reassured me – there are three puppies and she will give birth herself. She is a beast. She can do it. Don’t be afraid that there was a cesarean.
And you are great, you gave birth to three beautiful babies for us. Our last babies. As beautiful as you.
Mimmi, Chaki and one, as always with you, died, since in your breed, there is a hereditary.
You gave birth only boys, however, as I did. And also, three. You and I, we never quarreled. You always understood me, and I you.
In our family, two babies appeared, who stayed and live to this day. One is your favorite, we call him ,,Doctor”. He treats us. He is small and looks a lot like you, only a boy. You loved him, washed him every morning, caressed him, took care of him.
Now your care has passed to me and it is difficult for me to cope, you did it easily. It is very quiet and empty here now. You knew how to manage your whole house without emotions. We open the door in the morning and your whole family quietly goes out for a walk in the yard, for a morning promenade, on the green grass.
And how did you manage to attract attention to yourself – I was working on the computer, drawing or writing a book upstairs, on the second floor. Downstairs, so that you wouldn’t run up the stairs, there were always boxes. So you barked once. Then you rammed these boxes. No matter how we strengthened them, no matter how tightly we closed the entrance. And on the second floor, on a small platform, your Mini, our little Doctor, would appear. Quietly, without words or emotions.
Your messenger. Now he lies next to me. And before he always warmed himself in your embrace, you never let him go. He was the third, between you and your Alex. And you always chose him, the Doctor. A small, tiny repetition of you.
The second is mischievous, circus, prankster and our favorite, Chaki, took your character and cheerful from you.
Today our home is empty. Chaki is going to his owner, now he will live in downtown. And the little Mimmi will remind us of you.
The last days, when you can not cope with the disease, you retreated, went limp. I carried you in my arms, we lay with you in the sun, you slept with me. I fed you from my hands, as it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to swallow.
Birds as always played near us and sang, crickets sounded in the air. Now the first days of August. You loved to bask in the sun these days, preparing yourself for the long and cold Canadian winter. And next to you lay your Mimmi and Chucky. Alex did not like to sunbathe, and rightly so, he has a skin disease from which he also does not live long, it is a dot, a vector growing, similar to a mole. Alex always liked to sleep on his back somewhere inside your soft corners. He loves to eat a lot, in recent years he has poor eyesight and poor hearing. We know that he has grown old, but we did not expect that you would leave him so quickly.
I remembered what a Queen you are. Our Queen is Cindy.
When you started having terrible epileptic seizures, constant, as if something terrible and black had entered you,similar to a black scary spirit, you fought bravely and fearlessly.
You was strong and you have a strong body. But the seizures ate your brain. The medicine stopped helping. You howled. And the black scary spirit took your voice and turned your tongue out. Closed, spasmed your throat, bulged your eyes out. There is a witch of dogs Hecate, yesterday I asked her to leave you with me, but she only did it for a few hours. Already in the morning your condition was very critical – spasmed throat, protruded tongue, constant seizures, did not take any drink or food.
I believe that you are now on the rainbow, where there are many of your relatives. Thank you for the happy time we lived together. I hope that you were happy with us too. You licked my face for two more days, lying with me on the veranda. You seemed to be getting better and I hoped every day that you would come out of this state, you will be cured and recover.
We are all grateful to you, our whole family, because you were our main one, you were the Queen.
Thank you. You always greeted us joyfully. You danced in front of us, greeting us. This always put us in a good mood. We were always happy with you. You skillfully raised the last two puppies. Mimmi is your joy and love. Chaki is your copy and your mind.
Now the house is empty. You was our center. However, as in our life – a woman is the center of the family. In the last days, when you were very ill, I carried you in my arms, you slept between attacks with me, covered with a diaper and grunted me pleasantly, as only you can do.
This will forever remain in my memory. You, like a real chihvahva, ate only boiled chicken meat, as a real chihuahua should. And when we switched to dry food, you categorically refused. I had to go back to chicken. That’s why you lived for 12 long years without illnesses and problems.
I need to tell how you came to be in our house. It was in 2013. My son and I went to Ukraine, to Kyiv, for the first time in the summer, having survived two of the most difficult years for immigration. Before moving to Canada, we had a dog in Kyiv, her name was Diana and she died a month before our departure to Canada.
Therefore, when I arrived in Kyiv, on the first day off, my son and I went to the Kurenevsky market, where they sell dogs, we really wanted to get a new dog. Running around the rows, my son found a puppy similar to the previous dog and we gave a deposit, walked around the market. We stopped near an old plump woman who was sitting separately at a table and on the table stood a tiny trembling dog. I already thought that this creature would be very expensive, since it really was clear that she was purebred. The woman asked us what we were interested in and after listening, she showed her. This is Cindy, showed her passport and pedigree. And said that if we are interested, she will sell her to us cheaper, since she wants to make a gift for her husband’s birthday. She wants to sell this puppy and buy a gift for her husband with the money she gets. This Cindy was from a famous kennel for breeding Chihuahua. She had vaccinations and a passport.
So Cindy became our dog.
We brought this little happiness to Canada.
That year she appeared in our family and our family grew, our eldest son got married.
It was a very happy year and she was our joy.
Well, and when you, our Queen, wanted children, we brought Alex to you.
If you flew in the baggage compartment of the Russian airline TRANSAT, then the groom had excellent conditions. I remember the first time I saw your character. These were absolutely catastrophic demands of this company, but we had no choice, our tickets were bought, and this company served us, but their attitude towards transporting animals was terrible.
You was carried to the luggage compartment of the plane in a small plastic basket and only in Toronto, after 8 hours of flight, the officer brought you.Completely wrapped in tape, without the possibility of getting access to air. Why this was done. I still don’t know. You were a tiny puppy, only 4 months old, I poured you some food there, but there wasn’t enough water, only what I gave you before the flight. The basket was warm and I quickly began to open the window, scared that I had cooked you there.
And you jumped out of there, growling at me – why did you tape me up like that, why did you wall me up like that, I felt bad. How did you treat me! I was happy, kissed you, grabbed the basket and ran to the exit.
That’s when I realized that we had a real Princess.
Well, then there were all sorts of things – sore eyes from ant bites and my new boots that were gnawed.
You changed our lives. We are very grateful to you.
You were the center of our family.
Our hearth of happiness. I told all my friends, forgive me, we live in a family of chihuahua,not chihuahua live in our family.Rarely can anyone afford such happiness. We had great happiness that you gave us.
The disease started suddenly. You felt it, but we didn’t understand it yet. You barked, complained, howled, whined… and we thought that there was a calcium deficiency, that your teeth had fallen out and that’s why. We did tests, gave you antibiotics.Low hemoglobin, inflammation showed blood. 12 years. When after the examination, the doctor named a terrible diagnosis. I did not want to believe it. You played so beautifully with Mimmi during your last hormonal heat. I will not forget this. You caressed him in front of all of us, taught him to be a man, gave yourself to him from all sides. And for him, this tiny boy, well, nothing worked out at all. And you taught him again, not letting anyone near you,except him. And I thought that if it was not a real pregnancy, although where would it be from and lasted so long,then this is a false pregnancy. With each of your first attacks. I wanted to believe it. Then, when the attacks became frequent and strong, we went to the doctors again, the prognosis was bad and I didn’t want to believe it, that at 12 years old, that it was brain cancer and that you had a maximum of 3 months to live. I started reading. We started giving symptomatic treatment, antiepileptic drugs, hoping that it would prolong your life. But two weeks ago, suddenly all the drugs stopped working and you fought and I fought, but the epilepsy became permanent and paralyzed you. The last two days you lost your voice, the tumor was pressing on the center of the brain. You stopped walking, fell, stopped eating and drinking.
There is no positive prognosis in treating dogs with epilepsy at the age of 12 and older. You can prolong their life a little by giving them treatment, but you cannot cure them of the underlying disease. I wanted you to stay with them longer, at least for a few more years. But this year and time and your destiny, they decided otherwise.
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And you stood with your face to the air flow from the air conditioner in my room and caught the air with your face. Cold air. You waited for 5.30 pm. to fly to the rainbow happy.
Now it’s evening. 8.00 pm. Our house is empty. Your photos are left. You was beautiful. Thank you for everything. We love you
On August 1st, in the province of Quispicanchi, Cusco region of Peru, they celebrate the Festival of Mother Earth or Pachamama Raymi.
This is an annual celebration that involves communities living in the Andes: Bolivia, Colombia, Chile, Ecuador and Peru. Over the course of a week, many people come to this area to perform an annual traditional ritual and sacrifice to Mother Earth for her gifts.
This event is held in a large special place, which has been set aside for this ritual for a long time.
Farmers rest on this day, people wear beautiful costumes, dance a lot and thank nature for a good harvest.
The symbol of Pachamama is a chakana – the upper part of the Inca cross – piadista with three degrees leading to it. Pachamama was depicted as an underground snake, a mountain or a hill of stones. Gifts were brought there, poured with chicha, wine and balls of coca.
Mother Earth is a pre-Inca ancient tradition. The Incas believed that Mother Earth is the patroness of their empire, who protects them and helps them to exist. So they earned favor and gratitude for the next year with these rituals. I must say about the sacrifices on this holiday – I noticed and was told this when I was in Machu Picchu – they sacrifice fruits that nature gives, put these fruits in a “pit” for collecting the sacrifice, to feed Mother Earth, so that she is not hungry. This ritual is performed by a special priest. In addition to fruits, you can offer coconut leaves, candies and sweets to sweeten Mother Earth. In addition, the inhabitants dance and sing traditional songs and dances for the ritual. Traditional fairs and exhibitions of products are held. And the Peruvians have so many of them and they are so valuable – these are products made of fabric, leather and wool alpacas.
This holiday is very symbolic, as it gives the importance of living in harmony with nature and I was very envious in a good way of these mountain people, who were involved in their lives. Time passed, I mentally return to their way of life and I miss it in the bustle of the city. It’s great that the state of Peru supported these traditions and developed them, attracting tourists and creating conditions for the development of communities and popularizing their culture.
This day is also celebrated as National Alpaca Day(Dia National del Alpaca)
And this is an incredibly cute, fluffy, kind animal that grazes in the meadows of the Antes and even the Incas raised them and considered them sacred animals that helped transport cargo, gave wool and meat as food to the Incas in the high mountains. Now these animals are in many countries, but they are a symbol of Peru.Alpacas live in Bolivia, Ecuador and Chile too. There are two breeds of alpacas – Huacaya and Suri.
Their wool is used to weave fabrics that are valuable in the world. I got a hat and socks as a keepsake. I will remember these furry, kind animals in cold times.
It is safe to say that this holiday today brings a new spirit and is a concern for the Universe, love for the Earth and the environment.
I have been meaning to write this story for a long time, but I had little time to sit down at the computer. Today I chose a few hours to pay attention to you and write down this story. And all this is winter 2024-2025. I had many changes in work, stopped working in a public organization, switched to a more creative artistic focus and opened my archives to see what I am most successful at ,what I am bad at.
There is snow outside, cleaning every day. It is cold and most importantly, cloudy, absolutely no sun. I live in the northern part, in the northernmost country, although in its southernmost city, but the sun is not a frequent guest here in the middle of winter. My works are most recognized among artists and it has become established for me that I can show winter beautifully. For paintings created in different years, I received many prizes and titles specifically for winter landscapes. To speed up and warm up, I created the first two landscapes. For me, they are the same, in motive. As a creator, I played with shades and I succeeded. The size of the paintings is 5 x 7, created with acrylic on canvas.
Here the snow cover is not deep and the river has not frozen yet. It was interesting to draw each bush of the plant, each leaf of the tree and grass. It was immediately taken away. The second one is more monochromatic, it is already a slightly different time of winter, the snow is like glass, the plants are frozen and icy. A little fog at such a time. The river has merged in tone with the sky. This painting was not taken away.
It remained. And I wanted to draw something from the winter landscape again. Then I decided not to stop, to create more and this painting turned out.
I decided to create a painting right after the icing. Forest. Trees were damaged, broken tree branches. And to mark, highlight it in red. That’s how this painting came about.Ppainting’s size 10x 8.Acrylic on canvas. As soon as I showed it, it was immediately taken away. It didn’t stay in my gallery for long.
And I put my work aside, because outside the window there was everything that created material for my creativity. And here is this painting, soft fluffy snow on a large semi-field near a farmhouse. A small path that leads to the house, freshly trampled by people. The turning point was a trip during a snowfall to the north, to Huronia.
It was after this trip that I realized that we are lucky, Toronto residents. It snowed, we raked it out, removed the cars and now we are running around in puddles again. And all the people to the north, west and east of us – there they stock up on food and firewood in the fall and during snowstorms they dig small paths, leaving cars and fields under the snow until better weather. That’s just our weather. The painting is 10 x 8,acrylic on canvas and again flew to its buyer.
And I was left with one work, as a memory of these works.
This artwork had been lying around for a long time, it ended up on sale at Saatchi and was selected for an exhibition in Etobicoke. The ice storm in this painting was just too realistic.
July came, hot, intense and active. I met with Hatcher and this painting, my last masterpiece of this winter collection, went to her collection.
7 x 5 acrylic on canvas.
The entire winter collection was sold out. I was left with photos of the works and pleasant memories of winter. After all, not everything should be gray and sad. Although later there were serious health problems, but even now, remembering, I smile. My works flew away from me. How wonderful it is. I was left with my inspiration and strength for the next collection
