Był bardzo ciepły, słoneczny poranek. Siedzieliśmy przy stole, jedząc śniadanie. Śniadanie nie należy do mojej ulubionej pory dnia, bo zazwyczaj przynajmniej jedno z dzieci marudzi: „Znowu owsianka?!” albo „Ta jajecznica dziwnie smakuje” lub „Nieeee! Tylko nie placki!”. Tak więc trzeba wtedy dużo oddychać […]

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

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