A woman over 40 s puts on sunny sneakers with a dress in raindrops. And a coat in the color of a Lisbon tenement house. Helena the hairdresser woke silver and copper paths on her head. One of them leads to the River Corrib.
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Where are they today, on what side, my favorite earrings? - The fire begins to die out, the poor girl wants to cry. And they don't know where and how - a great wind sprang up (…) And they don't know where and how - the oak leaves just fall, on the girls' lap leaf by leaf has fallen Girls will make aureate earrings from them. from the poem of Papusza "Leaf earings".
I was already very frustrated with my daily gallop due to the difficult experiences, and besides that, war broke out, and we can feel its exhalation also in distant Galway. I wanted to cry like the girl from the poem by Papusza because cloudy thoughts convinced me that I had lost something beautiful in my life. It was then that I signed up for the poetry workshop Snop of shadows led by the poet and prose writer Jacek Bierut. There was a winter poetry series online, a few one-day meetings. And I found myself in the last March class.
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A very sunny Sunday in Galway, the seagulls soar above the city. I slip through the streets like silence in the beads from Ukraine, I head to the central square of the city of Eyre Square. We are meeting here with the Ukrainians living in Galway for the afternoon vigil – to express our solidarity with Ukraine.
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To Ukraine
There is lead dawn at the Gate of the House. I wake up in Ukraine, the wind tickles the leaves and bends the beige grasses.
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I love to discover charming things in what seems to me well-knowing or ordinary. Sometimes I have an idea of something or someone in my head. But then life overthrows walls of my thinking and as if by magic or twisting Arabela’s ring, it takes me to a wonderful world, but this is the same world that I supposedly know. Where the raindrops like blue slides in a kaleidoscope form a Socratic sentence: I know that I know nothing.
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My friend Lilka Poncyliusz-Guranowska recently sent me her latest book „Twój Najlepszy Poradnik” (“Your Best Guide”), which she wrote for teenagers. Today I would like to present it to you because I am sure that if I had such a guide as a teen, I would know how to solve some of the difficult situations that I was experiencing at that time.
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The sun a sullen distant heatless disc – wrote Colm Keegan Irish poet in his “January Train”. Because dull, voiceless, gray, heavy, gloomy, lethargic – they are the words which can describe January in Ireland. And I was already preparing a text about dark days and my blue mood. Meanwhile, the sun woke up and brightened up our local world, though not for all days.
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This post is about a fantastic card making workshop but also to memory Wave Makers community we created in Galway during recent years.
In early December one of Wave Maker Tana Kundek came up with the idea to meet together to make Christmas cards because she loves art & craft. I am a handmade cards lover too, so I helped her with the organization. Our best manager Elena Toniato took care of everything. She was always the ignition of our community.
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Colorful lights on the Christmas tree are breathing. Tap water drips in the silence. Under the warm yellow light from the lamp, dust shines instead of snow. I haven’t posted anything on the blog for a long time, but I really wanted to be offline without fitting into any templates. It grew as easy in me as un-shaved eyebrows. And I like it.
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Instead of unpacking the boxes in our new living room, we are going to Limerick, a city on the River Shannon, 85 km from Galway, which I really like. The rain is falling more and more, but I have a striped umbrella and it fits the colorful Limerick doors in Victorian townhouses. On the fence of the “People’s Park” we are welcomed by pictures of the inhabitants, and under the autumn trees, there are sculptures of painted horses.
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