The most beautiful gifts of the “herbstal” season of heart.

This is something that started about two weeks ago. On the wave of spiritual inspirations and beautiful music from RUAH concert of Michael Patrick Kelly, my life started to fill in with conversations about the deepest meaning of human life. I found myself talking about faith and love, limits of faith and limits of hope,…

My Travels: Tunnel of Love, Tunnel of Fear. Klevan, Ukraine.

The location of my next travel story is somewhat unusual: in June 2016, as we were making our way through Ukraine, seeing as much as possible in three weeks of this amazing, huge country, we decided to visit the place called “Tunel Kohanya” – the Tunnel of Love. Even before we got there, me and my partner had…

Love Letter to a Friend: The first one

You were the one that gave the beginning to all my other loves – do you know that? You were the first stranger, a new face, an unknown voice – to become a family member in my handmade, handpicked family of friendship and love. Step by step and month by month, after coming into my life…

My travels: Goris, Armenia. Where the time stopped.

Onto the first travel, down the southern Armenian path, up the mountains…
Let me take you down, cause I am going to strawberry fields… or rather, pear gardens.

This is my very first impression of the town of Goris in the south of Armenia… Golden honey-like sweetness: pears handed to us through metal fences, still warm either from the hot Caucasus sun, or human hands holding them gently…

A letter to the one, who believes

Please tell me, in order to know more, do I have to limit myself in experience of things worldly? How to go about reducing me to a core – to that place in the universe of a plum or an apple that carries life on forward? Is this limitation necessary to experience the truth this world offers?…

Are you really there?

In so many ways, I am inspired to look, to search. In every quiet moment I turn to universe, to that source of higher energy that I detect – and then, can’t find anymore… There, and gone. It is so easy and yet so difficult to believe, give yourself fully to that belief, trust and follow,…

Seasons in-between

I love those in-between seasons.. First golden leaves on fresh green grass, silvery fog traces in a pale golden morning, first whiff of autumn – peace of mind.. First shy flowers in the rainbow of color, looking up from in-between snows, first quiet song of a dawn bird, pre-spring, pre-song, everything so still in the…

Love Letter to Friend: the beginning

There is nothing sweeter in this world than good friends. I have been inspired to write those words today as I listened to an interview given by one of most influential souls I have ever “encountered”, the person I never met face to face and possibly never will – yet he plays a great inspirational role in…

On Saturday 14th of November, Europe woke up changed

The change is palpable in the air. It overhangs like a dark cloud. You can hear it in peoples’ voices, telling one another “they will not shut us up, life must go on, freedom cannot be taken away.” The sound of defiance and that of fear, hand in hand. Change is everywhere. It took me…

Grey song

piosenka szara w godzinie switu krzyk ptaka stalowe niebo otwarte oczy i martwe zrenice drzace powieki Codziennosc *** My only little bit of poetry that has ever been published, in 1995. I remember it was also November. Twenty years ago, in a local tiny town newspaper. I wrote it at 13. In a very “free…

Alps from above

You know what I like to imagine when flying over the Alps from Italy to Germany? The Roman Empire. It is amazing to think that people of this culture, which still echos throughout our world, Europe but also far and wide, were once going north and looking up on those majestic rocks covered with snow,…