Leżałam w łóżku z Aliyą, gotowa do zaśnięcia, kiedy nagle zapytała mnie: — Jakie jest twoje jedno marzenie? — Hmmm…zamyśliłam się - chciałabym czuć miłość cały czas — odpowiedziałam. — Ale przecież wszystko jest miłością! Cały świat jest miłością! miłością! I ty jej […]

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

I’ve been doing quite a bit of gardening lately. One day, I glanced over at the beautiful red tulips, opening their petals in the bright, warm sunlight. I stood there in awe, admiring the connection between the light and the flower. The more warmth the flower receives, the more it opens. And it struck me

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