The weekend started with friends. Opening by an Italian coffee with Aga on a happy Woodquay Street. And the evening with Bia and Jack who brought us a plant straight from Brazil.
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Visitors on the island
The end of summer lights up inside me like lamps on the ceiling in The Secret Garden, where we write poems with Martyna sipping strawberry-lavender tea. Galway plays the double bass, winks, and introduces itself to us again. Because when guests come to visit me, I also become a tourist for a moment.
Continue readingDinner at Lough Derg
Sometimes the adventure starts late and completely unexpectedly, at 4:00 p.m. when you are moodily lying on the sofa. Then suddenly you want to eat something, but only in some beautiful place, far away, maybe on Lough Derg. Because it’s 90 km from Galway, where you’ve never been in your life.
Continue readingAlice in Bunratty Land
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.
Continue readingCard Making Workshop with Wave Makers
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.
Continue readingIn December I Walk On The Sand
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.
Continue readingArt of Raindrops in Limerick
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.
Continue readingSparkling Meetings at the Beginning of Autumn
On Sunday morning I make scrambled eggs with fresh basil and olive oil. And the first song which I hear is called Yellow.
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
and everything you do
Coldplay “Yellow”
People who appear in my life are like stars. They make streams of light illuminate various spaces during my journey. Old and new friends.
Continue readingKayaking – To Get Contact with Nature, Others, and Yourself
You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.
Mark Twain
On a warm afternoon, Marisol, Jacek, Marcin and I, arrive at Menlo Pier, just 4 km from Galway. Jim Morrissey from Kayakmór sits on the bench in front of the water, we say hello and we keep waiting for a few more people. Behind the car, we change into wetsuits, put on matching life jackets. Yellow, orange, red, and blue kayaks gleam on the shore against the background of the sweet flag.
Continue readingLet’s Meet in Castle Ellen House
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
From song Fields of Athenry
When after a long time I dared on a solo trip outside Galway, I met an adventure that I had never dreamed about. On Sunday morning, I packed my blue bike onto the train and went to Athenry, only two stops. Next, I headed by Tuam Road to Castle Ellen House, for the exhibition ‘Town and Country.
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