Kilka dni temu rano poczułam w ciele silną, ciężką, napiętą energię. Szybko pojawiły się we mnie oceniające myśli. Były tak przytłaczające i głośne, że trudno mi było skupić uwagę na odczuciach w ciele. Wydawało mi się, że są one wszystkim, co istnieje. Wyszłam […]

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

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