Category: Reflections

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 with yourself – I read in “Vogue” and kissed the silver strands that have been snowing in my curls for several years.

I think, the first grey hair is difficult to accept, because it is associated with old age, and seems far from the promoted canon of beauty. I had a period where I was thinking I would be forever young. So, when I saw my debut grey hair a few years ago, I started to cut it out, because it was to early have them – I have supposed.

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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).

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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!”” →

Hold the light, it’s inside and will be there day or night

– sang Bert Sommer at the Woodstock festival.

I have no idea how it happens but when I’m really resigned and I can’t see the sun in my life, though the sun is outside the window. When the darkness wants to keep me, then unexpectedly something blue gives me a kiss.

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(…)

the cherry blossom

has arrived

as if that is what

we were really waiting for.

(from poem “Cranes lean in” by Imtia Dharker)

I’ve always liked to observe the world around me, but since I slowed down more because of a pandemic, I start to see my local piece more clearly.

Continue reading “Birds – my neighbors and Agnieszka Osiecka’s poem for support” →

One day, I saw a tall tree on the sunny grass. Its taproots were so spreading so I decided to sit on one of them, and I rested my back on a warm trunk. It was so comfortable like sitting in an armchair and I felt great. Then I thought to go back to this tree every day, which unexpectedly became my companion.

Continue reading “How I found my tree” →

The door to my house is blue. In the hall, yellow sneakers would like to go somewhere, but no one puts them on. Only the orange rocks from the painting by Roderic O’Connor look at them.

Continue reading “Voids, which are inside us” →

I run along the river, again. The morning flows under my skin. The sun sketches relief in grey cells.

Continue reading “Running as a contemplation” →

A crow flies from tree to tree, and I want to contemplate his velvet wings. Meanwhile, the bird sits between the leafless branches on the background of the clouds. He is staring at me. Why spring is missing today? – I swallow my thought with the air and almost run along my dear path as if I were running away.

Continue reading “Crisis on the tenth day of quarantine” →