Nature is silvering my strands of hair it looks like a morning river sometimes like a willow bark or dancing grass on a cliff The consent to grey hair is a step in getting along… More
When the light goes out over my story, I hesitate to get up and make a coffee in an orange mug but I do it and go into the darkness. The wipers can not keep up with the ocean that pours in front of my eyes. I feel dizzy in my head for thirty minutes. And finally, I see that sheep also like to hide under a rock.Continue reading ““Hello darkness, my old friend””
Today for the first time on my blog I present a prose and for the second time I mention Australia. “The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart “ – is Holly Ringland’s debut novel. 415 pages that I read almost in one breath, over exactly two afternoons.Continue reading “The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart”
I placed my favourite spices in the little glass jars with special inscriptions: LOVE (MIŁOŚĆ in Polish) – for the orange saffron, SUN (SŁOŃCE in Polish) – for turmeric, MAGIC (CZAR in Polish) – for black sesame seeds, FOREST (LAS in Polish) – for flax seeds.Continue reading “Do It Yourself – Australian birds in my kitchen”
The phenomenon of the Sibiu International Theatre Festival in Romania goes on regardless of time. It is a sense of community of people from various countries, the openness to others, and the love of artistic activities. Last year, I was a volunteer at this festival and recently I got a chance to participate in the conference Sibiu Performing Arts Market again.
The theatre festival in Sibiu has become part of life for many people. For mee, too. So, I would like to share with you the moving spirit which I experienced at the last online edition.Continue reading “I don’t want to be the same – I want to go beyond my habits”
When I was a small I was asking “What is life, mom?”.
You see life is me and you, this bird, that tree and flower – she was answering to me.from the song of Dżem “Naive questions”.
Summer came. Connemara has dressed in juicy green and now looks like a land of hobbits. Fragrant, soft, blissful.Continue reading “Summer dress of Connemara – a tale and photographs”
On an evening in June 2020, Sharon Watts’s illustrations take me to an America the 60s & 70s which emanated with the big changes. Dreams pour out from the stories of a reluctant hippie chick. Did Sharon meet Bob Dylan at Cafe Reggio on MacDougal Street in New York? – I wonder.Continue reading “Woodstock, New York, illustrations – an interview with artist Sharon Watts”
The morning has the taste of dates
nostalgic and quite rough
The rain is dripping into the coffee
– a friend who listens
I have one regular ritual in the morning for two or even three years. I sit down on a plush sofa with a cup of coffee, with nice porridge (today full of dates), and sometimes with fresh orange juice and a cat on my knees (depending on cat).Continue reading “Your own ritual”
A year ago, I published my opening blog post, just before my flight to Romania, where the history of the Blue Tram started.Continue reading “Blue Tram’s first Birthday & Behind the curtain of writing the blog”
At 6 a.m. I was awoke by the roar of the wind. And although the curtains danced to the rhythm of this ferment, I went out as usual to run along the river.Continue reading ““Hey, hey, life is a tale when the wind rustles on the shrouds!””
“Glimpses” by Daria Danuta Lisiecka take me to various places.
First I get off at the railway station in A. – Aleksandrów Kujawski, darling stop of a provincial town in Poland, my friend and poet waits for me there.Continue reading ““Glimpses” – poems which take you for travel”