To było w Nowej Zelandii, przygotowaliśmy się wtedy do snu. Aliya i ja dzieliłyśmy razem pokój, a chłopcy spali w drugim z Sylwkiem. Tego wieczoru Sylwek musiał pracować do północy, więc nie mógł zasypiać razem z chłopcami. - Nie mogę zasnąć, kiedy tata nie jest z nami - powiedział 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