quality time

purple rest

Every year, when crocuses start to grow, I try to visit mountains.
In fact, I always have this impression of a miracle,
something very unique which happens next to me.
Tousands of little flowers like a purple carpet, wonderful made.

Staram się odwiedzić góry każdego roku,
specjalnie w tym czasie, kiedy kwitną krokusy.
Całe ich połacie, kilometry fioletowego kwiecia.
Do tej pory zwykle jeździliśmy z S. w Gorce,
ale tym razem byłyśmy z dziewczętami w Dolinie Chochołowskiej.
Mimo ogromu ludzi, nieprzyjemnego uczucia tłoku, ciągle mam w głowie
to wrażenie niezwykłości.
Bo zdecydowanie niezwykłe wydaje się być
rozkwitanie tysiąca kwiatów w jednym czasie
i to jeszcze w takim miejscu.

Winter – part I

It is just my simple life.
This Winter is special for me in every way.
I walk a lot, I’m in our home a lot.
I learn many things and I start to know new people from the past
who did great and not really huge things.
Sometimes I have impression
I know my place but in the same time
I don’t know anything at all.
I read Rilke with hope his words will come true.
‘I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms
or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.
Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer.’

Late Autumn

Autumn was my favourite season since forever.
Now, when I’m respectively older I don’t want to limit myself
and I prefer to admire the world in its various guises.
And immodestly I feel that this is all for me :)
When I feel first scent of fall in August
I cannot stop myself to feel happy, just like that.
Somehow this year I was blind to fall.
I was waiting for colder, white days,
I couldn’t find myself in yellow leaves.
But it’s ok – every thing has its own time.
I share with you some picture which I took
when I enjoyed my walks in windy, pretty smelling season.

with sosenka


Believe me or not,
our time wasn’t about taking pictures.
This week in early October
I can compare to sitting by the campfire with rosy cheeks and tousled hair.
The warmth of this little serious and delicate person
was like a crackling fire in the branches. In silence.
‘Sosenka’ means in polish ‘little pine’ (sosna-pine)
and Tina is for sure like a little pine.
Since Tina Sosna’s visit in our home
I think a lot about goodness and beauty
We bring and give others as people with our diversity.
And how those real meetings help us ‘to see’.