I went running this afternoon. Just like always the same route. To the park and back. It was incredible that my entire path was strewn with white, gray-white, and black feathers like never before. Unbelievable!!! I smiled to myself and felt incredible angelic protection. I also felt that I was following a good path full of peace and love. I am incredibly grateful for this wonderful, even extraordinary care and support. It was a sign full of wonder and incredible things... because you can encounter bird feathers along the way, but not for a distance of 6 kilometers. Wherever my feet went, a feather appeared. Even though sad news is coming from Poland, I feel peace and mindfulness deep in my heart... I know we will all meet again, and Earth is just one of the stops. Let's just be kind to each other.

Life is incredibly fleeting — a fragile, precious gift that slips through our fingers faster than we often realize. Each day begins with the sunrise, and before we even notice, evening has arrived. Monday transforms into Friday in the blink of an eye. Months glide past us like whispers on the wind, and suddenly, a whole year is almost gone. We glance back and see decades have quietly slipped away — 40, 50, 60, even 70 or 80 years — leaving behind memories, lessons, and those we love but have lost along the way. Time flies relentlessly forward, and no matter how much we wish, we cannot rewind or reclaim a single moment.

Learn to recognize the difference between those who wrap you in beautiful promises and those who hold you tightly when your world feels like it’s collapsing. Some people love with grand words, weaving dreams that sound perfect but vanish when life gets hard. And then there are those who love with presence — the ones who stay when everything else falls apart, who offer silence instead of speeches, arms instead of explanations, and comfort instead of conditions. Because true love doesn’t just promise—it proves, especially when it’s hardest to.

A soulmate is not someone who arrives to fill the empty spaces in your life or complete the unfinished parts of your story. No, a true soulmate is far more profound—they are the mirror that reflects your strength back to you, the flame that quietly ignites your journey toward becoming whole on your own terms.

One of the greatest forms of strength and confidence in today’s world is learning how to be lowkey.There’s something incredibly powerful about living in silence—when no one truly knows what’s happening in your life, where you are, who you’re spending your time with, or what you’re planning next. Unless you decide to share it, the details remain yours. That’s not secrecy out of fear—it’s intentional silence rooted in self-respect.

Learn to recognize the difference between those who wrap you in beautiful promises and those who hold you tightly when your world feels like it’s collapsing. Some people love with grand words, weaving dreams that sound perfect but vanish when life gets hard. And then there are those who love with presence — the ones who stay when everything else falls apart, who offer silence instead of speeches, arms instead of explanations, and comfort instead of conditions. Because true love doesn’t just promise—it proves, especially when it’s hardest to.

Time alone doesn’t heal everything.It simply creates space — a distance between us and the pain — but that distance doesn’t mean the pain disappears. True healing doesn’t come from waiting. It begins the moment we stop running from what hurts and start accepting what we cannot change.

Yesterday I listened to an extraordinary lecture. It brought me to the next level of understanding myself and the surrounding reality. Once again, I am also convinced that the LBL session of life between incarnations had and has a huge impact on my life and subsequent pieces of the puzzle are fitting into the whole picture. I have heard countless times that I should go in the so-called flow. In addition, I should not take life so seriously and let the river flow freely. When I allowed myself to let go, I see that much more good is happening in my life. The so-called flow also allows me to overcome subsequent days in peace of mind and inner balance. There is also more freedom, more joy, more childlike sensitivity and perceiving the world in more colorful colors. This does not mean that I do not have fears or more difficult moments. They appear but they are not as intense as before. I express greater consent to the flow and take care of high vibrations. Conversations with the mirror work great. When I feel a shadow and less important, less noticeable, I look deep into my eyes standing in front of the mirror and look for myself. This little girl inside me smiles at me and says that we will do it, because who if not US! And when I talk to myself like this, I see this depth and wisdom in my eyes and then suddenly regains my balance. It also helps a lot to say the words: what is meant to be yours will always find you. Let go of what does not serve you! All this works miracles. Sometimes small and sometimes big. The most important thing is that all these actions make me maintain balance and allow energy to flow freely through my body. Probably something different will work for everyone. I believe that each of us is an individual. Everyone also searches for their own path and makes their own choices. In reality, we are ALWAYS together and we are together in eternity. If we want to love, let's start with ourselves. No one will give us love if we are not filled with it ourselves. We are love Me, You! When I am love, others are love for me. I highly recommend Klaudia Pingot and Jarek Olewicz. It is thanks to them that I experience greater depth in finding myself. Monika Gucwa is a wonderful certified hypnotherapist from the Michael Newton Institute who conducts LBL sessions. Thanks to her, my life path has become brighter and I have found the meaning of life. You can find them all either on Facebook or Instagram.

Go and love someone—not for who you imagine they could be, but for exactly who they are in this very moment. Love them with no conditions, no attempts to fix or mold them into something else. Just love them, wholeheartedly, for their rawness, their flaws, their quiet strength, and their silent battles. And then, watch something extraordinary happen—watch how they begin to bloom. Watch how the weight they once carried starts to lift, how their eyes shine a little brighter, and how their spirit begins to unfold into the most honest, beautiful, and powerful version of themselves. Because when a soul feels truly seen, genuinely accepted, and deeply appreciated for its essence, it unlocks a kind of transformation that no amount of pressure or expectation ever could. That is the magic of love—it doesn't demand change, it inspires it.

The absence of a father is not just an empty chair at the table. It is the absence of a mirror in which a boy could look at himself and recognize: who am I as a man? What does strength mean? How to express anger without hurting? How to love without losing yourself? Without this reflection, he grows up in chaos, trying to build masculinity from fragments - overheard sentences, films, cultural whispers.Underneath all this, there is often fear, deep loneliness and a sense of being insufficient. This inner conviction that "something is wrong with me", that I do not deserve love, respect, recognition - and it is this that becomes the silent companion of every step in adulthood.Sometimes the father was physically present, but emotionally unavailable - silent, cold, withdrawn.It also happens that the father withdrew not because he did not want to love, but because he himself was hurt and weakened - especially when his partner was dominant, emotionally overwhelming, and sometimes even castrating his masculinity.In such dynamics, the man - the father - had no space to express himself as a man. Pushed into the role of a passive observer, he began to disappear. He was unable to stand by his son, because he himself felt powerless against the energy of his partner. Such a father often escaped into work, silence, resignation - until he became a shadow of himself.And although he was there, the boy did not really have him - he did not feel his strength, guidance, support. He only felt his absence and weakness, which he did not understand.Other times, the father became explosive, strict, punishing. Behind this roughness, however, his own inner shadow was often hidden - a man who had not experienced love and acceptance himself, who carried fear, shame and unexperienced pain. He was often brought up in an atmosphere of severity, lack of closeness, suppression of emotions. He had no access to his own feelings, because no one taught him how - and in the relationship with his family he was unable to be emotionally present, because he himself did not know how.  His withdrawal or aggression were not so much a choice as a defensive reaction of a man who had never experienced safe fatherhood or built contact with his own sensitivity. And it was this absence that hurt the most — the lack of a look, a touch, a confirmation. The lack of a father who says, "I'm proud of you. You can count on me."Such a boy grows up, but does not fully become a man. Inside him there is still a quiet, undervalued boy who has been silent for years because no one listened to his voice.He only wanted someone to really see him — without expectations, without conditions. For someone to say, "You are important. You can feel. You can be yourself." He longed not for perfection, but for acceptance — just as he is.And although his body has grown up, he is still there, hidden behind a mask of strength, indifference or success.In reality, he is still waiting for someone to say, "You don't have to prove anything anymore. You are enough."In adulthood, these wounds take on different forms.A man may have difficulty with a sense of self-worth, with action, with expressing himself.He may be overly sensitive to his partner's emotions, dependent on her acceptance, deprived of internal support.He may be afraid of conflict, rejection, be emotionally unstable or, on the contrary — distant, frozen.He may also experience difficulties in creating healthy relationships - on the one hand, he desires closeness, on the other, he does not trust it and runs away from it.You do not emerge from such a story without a trace. Such a boy - now an adult man - may have difficulty setting boundaries, feeling his "yes" and "no".He often falls into the trap of constantly proving his value - through work, appearance, acquisition. Or he runs away - he withdraws from relationships, emotions, life. Because no one has shown him that you can be yourself and be safe.Regaining masculine energy is a return to the center of yourself.

A new monodrama in progress...

(Lyrics Agnes Prokop, Music Lucas Nowicki)

PAIN is not a PUNISHMENT. Pain has its own huge task.To stop you in your tracks, in which you have lost yourself.It appears when you have strayed too far from what is true.When you have lived too long, ignoring your inner voice. When you have functioned in the mode of fulfilling expectations — other people's, not your own. When you pretended that it doesn't hurt. That you don't need it. That everything will somehow work out.Pain doesn't come by accident. It has nothing to do with PUNISHMENT.It is a space for CHANGE.It is like a stop sign that can no longer be ignored.It whispers: "Look, here you still DON'T LOVE yourself. Here you still believe that you have to deserve love. Here you still carry someone else's definition of happiness. Here you betray yourself — still choosing what is incompatible with you, instead of what is true."Ripping pain is the ALARM of the soul. It indicates the places where your heart has been abandoned. It shows where you are trying to be brave but you are not yourself. Where you are still stretching to fit in—to be wanted, chosen…Pain is not your enemy. It is a messenger. It shows you how far you have strayed from your values ​​and needs. How long you have tried not to hear yourself.Healing begins when you stop pretending that everything is okay.When you start asking questions like, “Why am I abandoning myself?”, “Why am I settling for something that hurts me?”, “Why am I expecting someone outside to heal something that I cannot give myself?”We usually look outside for what we did not get as children—love, closeness, safety. And we enter into relationships that are supposed to fill it for us. But a partner is not a parent. They will not heal the wounds of your inner child.Sooner or later, the pain from childhood will surface—and if you do not stop to care for it, the hurtful patterns will repeat themselves.It is pain that shows us that it is time to return. Not to someone else. To yourself. To that small, lost part of you that was waiting for love, attention, gentleness. And only you can give it to it now.Healing begins when you stop looking "outside" —and start being with yourself. Every day. With tenderness, patience and presence.True healing is when you return to the version of yourself that no longer has to play, beg, deserve, fight.Pain does not destroy you. It WANTS to dissolve what has been destroying you for years.It reveals truths that you did not want to see. Beliefs that were never yours. Relationships that gave only fear. The voice in your head that kept saying, "I have to be someone else to deserve."True STRENGTH is not the absence of failures. It is the DECISION to return to yourself with greater tenderness each time.Pain has its purpose. To stop you, because your soul was crying, "Enough. I don't want to live like this anymore." If you are in the middle of a storm right now, it is not the end. It is the beginning.The beginning of a NEW YOU, a life built on honesty with yourself. On choosing yourself, not abandonment. On love that does not hurt, because it does not have to be forced.You are not alone. Every step towards yourself is healing.And the pain was meant to serve that purpose.Not to break you.To help you find yourself.

Surround yourself with everything that nurtures your peace, uplifts your joy, and reinforces your sense of belonging in this world. Let your home evolve into more than just a physical structure of walls and a roof — allow it to become your personal sanctuary, a sacred space where your heart feels understood, your mind finds clarity from the chaos, and your spirit is free to simply exist, unburdened and whole.

That’s what we keep telling ourselves.And maybe we do. But maybe we don’t.The truth is—we never really know.

When a man and a woman like and love each other. When they are sincerely in love and feel safe with each other. Then they turn into little children. A woman, no matter how strong on the outside and independent, wants to come home and feel like a little princess. If a man is tough and decisive and knows what he wants. He also wants to come home and feel like a little, mischievous boy. If you feel this way, it means that you can be yourself with the person you love and you don't have to pretend to be anyone. This is true sensitivity. You are not judged. You are not ashamed of your feelings and naturalness. A good relationship is a celebration!

Dearest Mommy, I would like you to know that you are special because you are my Mommy. I chose you. No one else but you. And I would like you to know that I love you from here to the House of Souls.

Her silence used to be full of tension.

Remain silent...when your words hold no kindness,when your voice could deepen a wound instead of healing one.Silence, in such moments, is not weakness—it is wisdom clothed in grace.

Every relationship will eventually feel "boring" after years together. This is the truth no one tells you. Relationships, no matter how electrifying they are in the beginning, inevitably shift as time goes on. The butterflies settle, the late-night conversations become familiar, and the excitement of novelty fades. But this doesn’t mean the love is gone—it means it’s evolving. Relationships are not meant to remain in the honeymoon phase forever. They’re designed to mature, deepen, and become something more profound. Yes, life can make it feel routine, but it’s within those ordinary moments that the most extraordinary kind of love can grow—the love that sees beauty in the everyday.

You're so beautiful when you break. When you finally stop pretending you have everything under control. You see... I know what happens in those moments when darkness falls.

A year ago, a person appeared in my life who brought difficult lessons to work through and was my mirror. A person who was and still is important to me. But that's not what I want to write about.

Too rarely do we appreciate ourselves for what we have endured silently. For the days we got up when we had no strength. For not turning off our light when the world went dark. Hug yourself today the way you would hug someone you truly love. With tenderness. With gratitude. And say, “I did it. I survived. And I am proud of myself.”

When the world is falling apart, your heart is aching, and everything seems to be going wrong, it is easy to fall into the trap of thinking that life is against you. But it is often the case that what seems like the end is actually the beginning. Only a new one, after a certain "reshuffling" of life.

So much sadness in my eyessuddenly appearedthe angel of death stood at the doorI thought it was just a bad dreamit would probably end suddenly

Meadows woven with lush greenkissed by the morning sunwhipped by rain

I love the feeling of freedom.

On the outside, I can be a rock - caring, understanding, ready to listen and help anyone who needs it.

Be gentle with yourself, for you’re doing the best you can. You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously. You don’t have to be perfect to be amazing. Self-care is how you take your power back. You are your own best friend—treat yourself with love and kindness. Talk to yourself like you would to someone you love. You are worthy of all the love, joy, and peace you give to others. Be kind to yourself; you’re learning and growing.

Trauma has the ability to reverberate through generations, passed down like an unspoken legacy that lingers in the silent spaces between words, in the inherited patterns of pain that shape our lives. It becomes a thread woven into the fabric of family histories, often unnoticed, but deeply felt by those who carry its weight. This cycle, however, is not unbreakable. There comes a defining moment in every person’s life when the power to heal can stop the transmission of that suffering, and in doing so, change the course of their family’s future.

Accepting what happens to us in life and what we often perceive as a higher power does not mean that our existence should be closed and subjected to an unchanging fate. If everything were predetermined, our efforts would have no purpose or justification. Adversity does not come our way so that we can take a passive attitude and sit with our hands folded, not trying to improve the situation by making the necessary changes. On the path of life of each of us there are opportunities for change that entail some risk. These opportunities may appear at an inconvenient time. We can take advantage of them or not. Our purpose in life here on Earth is to exercise free will.

Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.

A Brilliant Reflection of the Soul

Whatever happens, stay alive. Don’t let life slip away before you’ve truly lived. Don’t lose yourself to despair, don’t surrender your hope, and never let go of your purpose.

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