Danka Markiewicz

• 12.A course in miracles/Kurs cudów 19 hours ago    Now, imagine that you are the son of the Duke. You live in Recanati, a lovely town near the turquoise sea. You are in a bedroom of your great house, writing: “and then consider mi vile, sad/life, and realise that death/is all that remains of all that hope (...).” The pain has many name,...
• 11.A course in miracles/Kurs cudów 6 days ago   A butterfly perched outside my locked window, and stayed there the whole night. I take him in my hand in the morning: the little one seemed to tremble, but opened its wings and started flying… “Seek and see all the marvels around you. You will get tired of looking at yourself alone and the...
• 9.Rzeka we mnie 2 weeks ago        Dawno temu zachody słońca nie były mi obojętne. W szukaniu Boga znowu się przechadzam przeciętą rowem łąką. Zielony pająk wykonał popis: wystrzelił w powietrze po krótkim postoju na białym krwawniku. Nasza myśl przywykła do śledzenia ego, które nie istnieje TERAZ....
• 10.A course in miracles/Kurs cudów 2 weeks ago   I’m not feeling well since my arrival in Poland. Beata at the stop, Grażyna on a bicycle remind me who I am… So what is this thing – afraid of everything, and see all this an attack on herself? It’s our specialness. We are forced to protect her from one’s glances, and every small...
• 9.A course in miracles/Kurs cudów 3 weeks ago   I found this frog among dead leaves. The animal always reminds me the story told for many, many years by my mother. When I was one year old I squashed pretty little frog: deliberately, and with a smile. “I thought: there’s something wrong with the child!” – She would say. My mother was...

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