You, I, and every one of us create each moment as life is a united process of creativity by constant development and improvement.
Our greatest power is the freedom to consciously choose what and why we create for life harmony and health. Conscious Creativity builds a bridge between our inner and outer world, supporting life balance, unique abilities, and talents by developing harmonious interaction in unity with Nature.
Our happier World comes from each of our Hearts – Happy Homes, where Beauty is. This inspires us to develop resources supporting life harmony and health for children and adults. We hope you find something for your Happy Home!
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Fairy Tales, where Beauty is. . . .
. . . Happy Home greets Fairy Tales. At the beginning of a new day, he sends them off to journey again. Fairy Tales fly to the World! Gently and tenderly touching their wings to our hearts, supporting the light of Love all over our Earth. . . . Happy Home
. . . Magical sounds drifted all around in light waves, awakening all living things with a gentle, delicate echo: “Dee-dong! Dee-dee-dong!” With secret notes, they called and invited all light and good in the World. Bluebell called the new day: “Dee-dee-dong, dee-dee-dong!”. . . Bluebell’s Song
. . . The land, wet after the rain, absorbs the sincere warmth of the sunrays. Everything that Rainbow Drop saw was reflected on her as transparent images. All that lived and rejoiced the Sun, sparkled in her with multi-colored shades, as if a wizard had miraculously made a magical crystal ball and placed there all his treasures. . . . Rainbow Drop
. . . Clever Raccoon did not expect such a question. He was silent for a long time, looking thoughtfully at Little Hedgehog, then at the trees, then at the grass, and then said, “Well, when my grandma was still alive, I heard from her that a long time ago, you hedgehogs did not have any quills.”. . . Little Hedgehog
. . . She didn’t know what was going to happen, and what she would look like when she woke up. It wasn’t that important anymore. On an unknown mysterious journey, she took with her the amazing greatest feeling—Beauty of the World. . . . Caterpillar and Beauty
. . .The two small fluffy lumps sat, huddling together. It doesn’t matter when they see a Big Carrot or how many days they will wait for this marvelous Summer. Little Bunny and Little Mouse, keeping each other warm and beginning to understand: in our sometimes cold World, there is something very important that always makes everything warmer. . . . Bunny’s Dream
. . . Ladybug looked at herself in a dewdrop and laughed gaily, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!” and then she added resolutely, “Seven good days, a week, a month, a year . . . a good life! Let every day be a good one!” She spread her little wings and flew off to meet her days, where there is always time for good deeds. . . . Ladybug and Seven Spots
. . . “How joyful it is to see the World,” he said thoughtfully, was silent for a moment, then added quietly. “I don’t want to cry anymore! Nothing is really visible through tears!” Teddy Bear smiled. A beautiful blue butterfly cautiously settled on his nose. Thin wings rose and fell, gently drying the wet paths on his soft fur. Teddy Bear was happy! He stood there, with bated breath, and felt the last of his tears disappear. . . . Teddy Bear and Rain
. . . It was quiet again. The listeners gradually went home, tenderly holding within the melody they had just heard. And together with it, everyone, somewhere in the depths, responding with a pure stream, composed their own song—the Song of their heart. And Grasshopper sat on the tip of a blade of grass and looked at the starry Sky, gently hugging his Violin. . . . Grasshopper and Violin
. . . If you love sincerely, giving the light from each particle of your heart, does it matter where you are or how loud are your words? No. . . . If you speak from the heart, can anything hinder it?. . . Chamomile and Love
. . . What you give sincerely carries Love, and awakens feelings with which the one, who considered himself weak, becomes stronger. Gray acquires color when you understand that next to everyday worries and difficulties, there is the greater Joy of Life. . . . Old Apple Tree
. . . No overseas sweets can ever compare to what grows in the places where you were born and raised. Everything around you, and living with you, initially exists in memory, becoming inexplicable, creating a burning desire to hold in your hands what once gave strength to your ancestors. The aroma, the taste, so vividly defined in his dream, came, filling the whole World! There appears to be no limit to happiness. It filled Jester’s frail body. After all, was his size bigger than his heart?. . . Jester