A very private blog…

Okay, true.

It is always private. It is always me, my struggles, my discoveries, art, life, and most of all… my Island. My love, my Mother! But today, I wanted to tell you a little story. story of a Little Witch, who was raised in a first semi religious household – if you can call it a household? And then the Queen, aka Mother, decided to get crazy about Christianity. In fact, I should specific, Roman-Catholic Church. There is such cult in Poland, and it is really… oh my so nasty, thou… Little Witch was growing and was always said to please everyone. To be always nice, put another cheek and all that stuff. Others were so much more important than her, she was always told…

Always.

Forever…

Little Witch became so called adult and finally started to speak for herself. First she said she believes in trees, nature and something what she has hidden deep in her soul… nobody heard, because she was only a woman – yup, HAPPY 8TH MARCH LADIES – so she was considered stupid and lair even by the Queen. So when she only could, she run away wit this awful guilt. With this awful feeling. University helped a bit, but then, people started to use it how she was raised, and she broke, like a crystal mirror in million pieces…

She is still looking for some of them… still.

On this Island, but also growing into a weir trust to herself, that maybe she does not need them. Maybe. Yeah, she is still questioning herself, although she should figure it out, that she is fucking smart! Come on, she could read when she was 4 or 5, and taught things before kids had their first bicycles. She was walking, running away – nobody noticed that, she was admitted to school, called smart… sooo… as a – nope not taller, she is still short, but as older, she should be more confident, but nope. She still is not. She still hides. It is more like people could smell her gentle vulnerability under all those black clothes and swearing and pretending she is listening to something, with those earphones…

But the truth is she is still Little Witch, confused, and not loving herself. Because this is who you become when you let religion rule your life. And yes, of course I read all those dissertations about religion bonding people, and that its role in growing civilizations, but… love, yeah, should not love be the most important thing?

Should it?

Love yourself!

At least try it, because if not, you will be slowly destroying your own life. This life, this month, this moment, which can be the best of your life!!! Try it. Go into the woods, by the beach or into he mountains… go there if you need answers. Remember that all people know was told them by another people. You are one of them, tell yourself to speak out to yourself. Be your own teacher!!!

Because you know… more than you can imagine.

You can feel…

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