Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.
Rumi
We scroll the reality like a Facebook wall, but the excess of stimuli kills our sensitivity to ordinary things. Sometimes, we smooth our faces in Photoshop because we do not like visible fears and naive dreams. Meanwhile, theatre reveals the truth about being who we really are and what we long for at the bottom of our hearts.
Continue reading
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back.
Irish proverb
Summer in Ireland has 14 degrees, and rain is usually on hand. However, there is some unusual feature of this country that always makes me feel that I am on the way. Because when I discover new beaches, various types of flowers and grasses, and visit fishing villages like Kinvara, I experience the magic and the weather does not determine it.
Continue reading
I do not take as many photos as I used to, and I do not have a professional camera, so why take part in a photo competition – I wondered. Well, just to sharpen the lens of the eye, and see the same place from a different perspective – I thought in a few days later, and joined My 5K Perspectives project with my old iPhone.
Continue reading
Sometimes a part of us gets hung up on the power line like sneakers that have been spinning over Distillery Road in Galway for few days. Have you ever wondered why someone throws shoes on the electric wire in your city? I always thought that whoever did it, wanted to show cleverness after a few beers. Although I have to admit that the sneakers in every position arouse my sympathy.
Continue reading
Your responses were like signposts in a city full of life. I got a lot of information from you and found out that Blue Tram is going in the right direction. You have filled it in two separate forms in English or Polish. And your observations inspired me to create my first infographics that decorated this post. Thank you!
Continue reading
When the sun is shining, Connemara looks like a fairy-tale land. Lush green spills onto the road like a cocktail of parsley and kiwi. It mixes with navy streams and sea-pink Armeria Maritima for several dozen kilometers. Magic mountains reign under the sky, and at their foot the most beautiful turquoise I have ever seen is glazed.
Continue reading
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats “He wishes for the cloths of heaven”
For two years I have published the first blog post. The decision to set up my own writing site was like a return to myself and brought me to a wonderful adventure. You can read what new things have I learned.
Continue reading