Odkąd wróciliśmy do Wielkiej Brytanii – do tego samego miasta, w którym mieszkaliśmy przed naszymi podróżami – zaczęłam odczuwać silne napięcie w różnych sytuacjach, które wywołały we mnie falę starych schematów myślowych. Stan mojej skóry się pogorszył, a objawy trądziku różowatego powróciły. Wydawało mi się to ogromnym krokiem wstecz. Myślałam […]

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

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