It happened while we were in New Zealand, getting ready for bed. Aliya and I shared a room, while the boys slept in the other room with Sylwester. But that night, Sylwester had to work until midnight, so he wasn’t there to fall asleep with them. “I can’t sleep when Daddy isn’t with us,” Marcel […]

We spent over a week at Sylwester’s parents’ house before our departure for Italy. My in-laws’ home is a place where I always notice the progress I’ve made in expanding my consciousness, as well as the energetic gaps I still need to “patch up.” In the past, just thinking about stepping into that heavy, dense

I was in the kitchen with the children and my Mum. Wiktor was sitting at the table reading a book, Aliya was cuddling me while sitting on my lap, Marcel was lying on the floor, and Mum was tidying up the countertop. I was telling my mum something when suddenly Marcel joined the conversation: “Because

I’ve been reflecting on the festive season and would like to to share with you how I experienced recent Christmas. It felt very rich on the inside. For the first time, I wasn’t exhausted by the preparations, including the cooking that usually consumes two-three days before Christmas Eve, which we celebrate here in Poland. Each

We planned to visit Goteborg . Before we left, I snapped a little at Sylwester. Overall, there wasn’t much joy in us. We walked around the shops a bit and reached a park. We found a bench and sat there for a long time, just feeling somewhat down. Suddenly, Wiktor asked me, “How do you