The move to Florida I welcomed with yet another set of opinions. This time, however, I could loudly express them to whomever crossed my path. While finishing my affairs in Toronto, I was saying goodbye to familiarity, safety, people and places. Cherishing memories, I packed up my life again to a big 18-wheeler with an …
To Whom It May Concern; To You, who encounter me just briefly at different turns and crossroads of life and to those who accompany me through hoops and loops of my life in various roles, who witness and experience my transformation, who have missed out this whole chapter, who applaud it and those who disapprove …
The arrival from Nepal back home was accompanied by mixed feelings and emotions. Physical exhaustion and already settling longing for what I had left behind, facing reality to which I did not belong, unacquainted path I found myself on with no knowledge nor guidance how to maneuver. I felt lost in the presence of a …
In order to find yourself, you need to lose yourself first. Read More »
Washing off the dust of another day, I am lured by the inviting banks of the Ganges River for one of the kind sunrise runs. I feel as an invader who brings the western habits to the place where they don’t belong to. The contrast I create is unbelievable, the attention I draw is overwhelming …
I spent last 35 years with a person who had lived her life out of fear. The fear of death, fear of life, fear of not being loved, fear of not being accepted or being listen to, and being on her own. The fear of controlling and being controlled, of not complying enough or pleasing …
“Life should be touched not strangled.” Grew up in the house were the clock is a shrine. No clock no life. It dictated and still does, the unstoppable rhythm. The sound of the pointer reminds you minute by minute of your mortality and being at the mercy of whatever surrounds you with no free will, …
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[x_blockquote]“At the age of 37, she realized she’d never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.”[/x_blockquote] Born In Poland. Raised to stay in Poland. Daughter of wonderful people that through power of the universe got connected 40 years ago so I could come into existence. Child of the …
I arrived to foreign and unfamiliar country – despite strong emotional attachment to family and friends, deeply ingrained patriotism and the gilt – country that many dreamed about and I got it as unwanted gift. Trapped in reality, which most immigrants could only fantasies of, I was not able to make any sense of what …
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