Category Archive for: New

No way to go without conscious Fear I hit the ground. I am in pain. I am in Fear, Sadness and Rage. And I want a Change. I am living in New Zealand for the last 4 months in a deep connection to Gaia. I am breathing with her, letting in her sounds to penetrate my bodies that changes me […]

„Ja nie czuję strachu”. Gdy słyszę to stwierdzenie w ustach innej osoby to zaczynam się martwić. Jak to jest możliwe, że ktoś nie czuje strachu. Jak możliwe jest nie czucie swoich uczuć, tego, co jest nieodłączną częścią nas, bycia człowiekiem, posiadającym serce? To tak, jakbyśmy powiedzieli, że nie czuję głodu, albo nie czuję bólu. Czy to jest w ogóle możliwe? […]

POLSKI PONIŻEJ ——– Recently I asked one man with whom I was living, how is it for him to be around my little kids. He is the father of a teenager now. He answered, „I am glad that this period in my life is over.” I felt sadness. This is something that I hear very often from young parents. They […]

(po polsku poniżej) Bali, Chapter I Tabanan. Getting to know each other. We spent the first 3 weeks in Tabanan, in the middle of rice fields in the mountains. We stayed in the place called Bali Lush for 99% of our time, not really moving around. The driver who was moving us to the next destination asked – didn’t you […]

ENGLISH BELOW Czas się obudzić. Ile lat żyłaś w przekonaniu, że świat to niebezpieczne miejsce, że nie można mieć wszystkiego, że żeby być szczęśliwą trzeba się napracować, że pieniądze dają spełnienie i bezpieczeństwo, że trzeba kierować się rozsądkiem, że na pasji nie da się zarobić? Ile energii włożyłaś w to, aby zbierać dowody na to, że tak jest? A co, jeśli tak nie […]

I’ve been searching for these answers since I was pregnant with my first child 4 years ago. I have observed and experienced parenting where everything looks fine from the outside. There is a home, parents, trips, cool clothes and toys, and at the same time deep inside there are unmet needs for love and connection, belonging, recognition, adventure, or security. […]

I change my inner structure. I detach myself from the illusory layers of reality that I considered to be the truth about myself and the world. I restructure myself by navigating my feelings as the compass of my truth. I run an internal barometer that tells me what is mine and what is borrowed. I check if he still needs the old walls with peeling plaster that served as the foundations of my being. I feel like I’m suffocating within these walls. And he decides to create new spaces inside himself, more compatible with me here and now.

However, there is a part of me that is forgotten, hidden, and my whole life has been an attempt to mask this part of me from the world. I’ve created a lot of mechanisms and strategies so that this part can live while remaining invisible. This is the part of me that unconsciously controlled me for most of my life, […]