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Frog kissing M any of us know the story: a Prince sets out on a journey, meets a mysterious frog, and after a kiss, she transforms. Together, they find happiness. I enjoy this story as well, though I notice there are other ways it could unfold. The Prince had been searching for love and happiness for a long time. He was tired and hungry, traveling alone and wishing for companionship. Then he heard a voice—gentle, comforting, and inviting. It was everything he had been missing. He did not mind that she was a frog. He remembered the story of beauty hidden in an unexpected form. From here, the story can take different paths. You can choose which one feels right. A. He kissed her, and she became a princess. They lived together, and happiness stayed with them. B. He was so tired that he fell asleep before the kiss. When he woke up, he heard her speaking, this time to another traveler. C. He kissed her, and she became a crocodile. The Prince was no longer there. D. Or perhaps none of these f...

I just wrote a few words. From my open heart. The computer suggested a change. It asked me to revise. But does it have a heart? By Andrzej

I magine. Picture a young tree, three or four feet tall.  Its shape is simple and pleasing. The tree grows, taking in the scent of wet earth, the feeling of rain, and the warmth of sunlight on its branches. Now, something changes. A rope is tied to the tip of the tree, its other end fixed in the ground. As the tree grows, the rope gently pulls it to one side. The tree no longer feels at ease. All its energy goes into resisting the rope's pull. One day, the tree finds a way to release itself from the rope. Free again, it moves back and forth, sometimes quickly, as it adjusts to this new freedom. With time, the tree grows stronger and steadier. It stands tall, enjoying the scent of wet earth, the touch of rain, and the warmth of the sun on its branches.  By Andrzej

U mbrella.  I got caught in the rain and ended up soaked. There were clear signs of a storm, and someone even mentioned it to me. Still, I left my umbrella at home and went out anyway. The result was wet clothes and some frustration. Now, as I dry off, I notice the lesson. When there are signs of rain, bring your umbrella.  Paying attention to small warnings can help you avoid unnecessary trouble. By Andrzej

If you can sit on a chair and stand up, you can try this practice. It is available to almost everyone, and you may find it helpful. T his is a gentle way to begin, especially if you are new to exercise or just want to start moving more. You can follow these simple steps at your own pace. Let’s begin with a little preparation. Start by choosing a sturdy chair that feels safe and comfortable for you. Sit gently near the edge of the chair, with your feet resting flat on the floor. Rest your hands softly on your knees. Let your spine grow tall and imagine looking softly into the distance. This can help you stay comfortable in the position. Stay in this position for as long as it feels comfortable for you.  As you sit this way, notice how your back muscles gently release. Over time, this can help your spine feel stronger and more flexible, and may ease tension in your shoulders and neck. W hen you feel ready, you might like to try a little more. Stand up and sit down again, in...

A  tropical night meditation.   How does it feel to be the only one in the world?   I’m experiencing such a moment right now. Of course, I’m not truly alone. A cat lingers nearby, yet I have no idea what goes through his mind. He does not share such things. There is a jungle surrounding everything. It has its own life. Talking, singing, praying - but that’s the Jungle’ business; it wouldn’t share. Ok, some flowers look just wonderful; the earth, welcoming the rain, is so happy that it sends out an amazing fragrance. But that’s about all.   Further out, the lights of a town stand out against the surrounding darkness of the tropical night. The view is dramatic. One can stare forever, but the lights remain remote, immersed in their own life. And there is an ocean—the biggest mystery. Have you ever imagined its bottom, or wondered what lives there? Maybe wrecked ships, or another intelligent species. The surface glitters with moonlight. It doesn’t talk.  The cat s...

After the storm, Earth is already drying. Low-merit people don't serve a King!  Time to celebrate!

            WHERE  ARE  ALL THESE   POETS ?                HOW THEY MAKE A LIVING   UNDER THE RULE OF              "KING   PROFIT'   FIRST   AND  'QUEEN EFFECTIVENESS  ''                           Nov 6, 24, the day after the election .                                          ................            Andrzej,      

At the beginning of time, life was but everlasting happiness, and being happy was so simple. Almost as big as the Sun, a huge ball of happiness had been always visible in the blue sky. Shining and radiating joy on everyone. All you do is just look at it and internal joy will arise in the same way as skin is getting tan when exposed to the Sun.  Yet we are all complainers. One day somebody said: I went out to enjoy myself, yet a cloud had overshadowed the sky for whole 3 minutes. Then some other person followed, Then some other find another reason to complain. And so on, and so on.  What they did not know was that every complaint will cause a little scratch in the Ball of Joy. Repeated, they would accumulate and cause cracks and gaps. And our complaints were coming and coming.   One day, the Ball cracked and scattered into billions of tiny little pieces. Now, they are all over the earth.  They are still here for us. Y et since that day, we have put in lots of eff...