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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft With Anya and the pine trees #grateful #forest #motherhood I was six years old the night I learnt that miracles take patience. I couldn't sleep. I knew Dziadek was still up – I could see the light under the kitchen door from my bedroom. So I crept down the hallway in my pyjamas, barefoot on cold floorboards, curious about what he was doing so late. I stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, trying to look invisible. He had a cardboard box on the k

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft A couple of weeks ago was Easter. This Saturday is ANZAC Day. Between them sits something I've been trying to understand my whole life: what it costs to dye an egg in safety. Let me explain. # I was seven years old, sitting at my Babcia's kitchen table in Poland, watching her hands move carefully as she arranged brown onion skins in a pot of boiling water. She placed the eggs inside gently, one by one, the way you hold something precious. "Why

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #święconka #Easter #traditions Good Friday evening. The house is quiet. Not the natural quiet of a sleeping child or an empty room. This is different. Deliberate. Sacred. Jesus has just died on the cross. In Poland, when I was young, Good Friday evening meant silence for those who truly believed it. Not everyone kept it – most people didn't. But for those of us who felt we'd lost a friend, who understood what this day meant, the silence was ev

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Anya with all the pums, ready to learn how to bake the plum cake #plumcake #plums #autumn #baking #lovebaking I was six years old, standing on a Polish beach, watching the Baltic Sea stretch endlessly. My mother stood beside me, quiet. The wind whipped our hair. Salt spray touched my face. "What's on the other side?" I asked. "Sweden," she said. "And beyond that, the whole world." I didn't know what Sweden looked like. Didn't know what "the whole worl

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft I want to tell you about something that happened a couple of weeks ago. Anya and I made cupcakes. Not the first time, but this time it was special. She wore her pink chef's hat – the one that's slightly too big and keeps sliding over her eyes – and took her job very seriously. Measuring flour. Cracking eggs. Filling each tin with exactly the right amount of batter because she'd decided that if even one cupcake was smaller than the others, the whole ba

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Thursday last week marked three years since my Babcia left us. I was walking through a shopping centre on an ordinary Sunday when I felt it. A heat wave, sudden and complete, moving through my whole body. Not a hot flush. Not a dizzy spell. Something else entirely—a warmth that felt like arms around me, like someone pressing their cheek to mine the way she always had. I remember thinking: this is not a good day for shopping. I'll go home.

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft --- For 365 days, I posted daily gratitude photos with Anya—Project Grateful, practicing the #TAG Method in real time with all of you. Day 361: my father died. Day 362: grateful for Anya holding my hand through thirty hours of travel. Day 363: grateful for snow—her first time seeing it, purple lips and wonder. Day 364: grateful for friends and family who drove through ice to say goodbye. Day 365: grateful for endings and beginnings—this photo of M

My Happy Place #dreams #perthlife #beach #happy I don't recall much from my childhood, unfortunately. Only glimpses of random occasions, single sentences out of context, sometimes a face and a fragment of a conversation. I wish it could be more. I do remember one sunny afternoon in the summer of 1984 though, when my parents took us to the seaside for the first time. We rented a little cottage in the middle of a pine forest in the Slowinski National Park, just by the sand dune

When someone used to tell me 'May all your dreams come true!' I would think about all my dreams for a couple of minutes and how wonderful...

It seems that it really is insane not to smile, as there is nothing cheaper available around. When you smile, there is a greater...

To share or not to share is quite often a question. Why? Because we think we need to have a lot to be able to share. Otherwise, it won't...

The time flies and it is September already! It is so strange for me here, in Western Australia, still getting my head around opposite...

It does make sense, doesn't it? But it's not always that easy. If we can only remember that 'this too will pass' in the difficult times,...

As part of an ice-breaker game at one of our work meetings last year, we had to pick a card, read the question, and write our answer on...

I heard it somewhere, I am sure, but I can't find it anywhere now. Who said it? So maybe it was a voice in my own head? Perhaps; it does...

And that's how it all started. Our lives have become much happier since she started living with us. And that's just the beginning. Come,...

I saw that image somewhere on the Internet and I thought to myself: this is just magic! Absolutely wonderful. So I had to make sure it...

''If your eyes are open, you will see the things worth seeing" Rumi It has always been fascinating to me - how different and wonderful...

A little bit more about success - today is the day that I've published my first ever website. For fun, not for money. Because I wanted...

Love is all you need! A very special word of appreciation to those four boys on the couch - every time I listen to their songs, both...