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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Anya's favourite time of the day - story time! #reading #grateful #childhood There are words that inform us, and words that carry us. The words we find in textbooks and reports and instructions tell us things we need to know. But the words we keep coming back to — the ones that stay long after the book is closed, the ones we copy into journals and whisper to ourselves in quiet moments — those words do something different. They hold us. They reframe th

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Regent's Garden, London #freespirit #rosegarden #grateful #beauty #garden I was standing in Queen Mary's Garden in Regent's Park when I found her. London, summer, one of those afternoons when the city stops feeling like a city and becomes something softer. I'd been walking slowly through the roses - there are hundreds of them there, and each one has a small plaque with its name, which I find quietly wonderful, the idea that every rose deserves to be k

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #childhood #happy #sunrise #grateful #Sundaywalk Last Sunday on our walk, Anya spotted a dandelion at the edge of the path. She stopped mid-sentence – she'd been telling me something very important about a cartoon, the details of which I was doing my best to follow – and crouched down to examine it. A perfect one. Fully gone to seed, white and round and waiting. She picked it very carefully, the way you pick something that matters. Then she looked u

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.