Wczoraj wieczorem moja kuzynka wyciągnęła mnie spontanicznie do pubu. Towarzyszyły jej 3 koleżanki. Jedna z nich zaczęła opowiadać o swojej pracy. Jest pilotem wycieczek i podróżuje po całym świecie. Mówiła, że ma już dość mieszkania w hotelach i bycia ciągle na walizkach […]

I sat in a meditation just before going to sleep. I was furious. I don’t remember the last time I felt so much anger. I was angry at the thoughts in my head. I don’t swear, but I was swearing like crazy in my mind at my thoughts. “How long will I carry this shit

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