Usiadłam na krześle do medytacji tuż przed snem. Byłam wściekła. Nie pamiętam, kiedy ostatnio czułam tyle złości. Byłam wkurzona na myśli w swojej głowie. Nie przeklinam, ale tym razem przeklinałam w myślach jak szalona. „Jak długo będę jeszcze nosić to gówno w […]

A couple of days ago in the morning I felt a strong, heavy, tight energy in the body, and the judging thoughts quickly kicked in. They were so overwhelming and loud that I struggled to keep my attention on the sensations in the body. It felt like they were all there was. I went for

I was lying in bed with Aliya next to me, ready to drift off to sleep, when suddenly she asked me:   “What is your one dream?” “Hmmm…” I paused for a moment. “I would love to feel love all the time,” I answered. “But everything is love! The whole world is love! How can

It was a very warm, sunny morning. We sat by the table eating breakfast. And breakfast is not really my favourite time of the day, as usually at least one of the kids moans: “Porridge again?!” or “Those scrambled eggs taste funny,” or “Noooo! Not the pancakes!” So, there is a lot of breathing involved

Since we came back to the UK — the same city where we used to live before our travels—I found myself feeling very tense in a series of situations that triggered a wave of old thought patterns. My skin began to worsen, and symptoms of rosacea returned. It felt like a huge setback. I thought