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The Road and the Bread – 3rd Sunday of Easter: Experience

Walk the Emmaus road through your body, not your mind – a sensory guided experience for the Third Sunday of Easter exploring sight, exhaustion, and the bread-breaking as the hinge moment where body-knowing outpaces visual recognition.

The Light Was Already There

A personal story of leaving the Catholic Church, seventeen years of spiritual seeking, unnamed physical pain, and the Transfiguration gospel that changed everything. Not a homily. Not an exegesis. A witness — for anyone who has ever wondered if they can come back.

The Morning After Eden: The Identities We Build to Survive

An old Talmudic tradition says Adam didn't even sleep in paradise. He arrived, he breathed, he named things, he loved, he fell, he was gone. And in the eighth hour — before the sin, before the hiding — they ascended to bed as two and descended as four. There were already four people there before anything had been lost. This is a reflection on what intimacy reveals, the identities we build around our wounds, and why there is no recipe for becoming truly known.

Feedback From Falling: Why Understanding Your Relationship Patterns Isn’t Enough to Change Them

So you've done the reading. You understand your attachment style, your patterns, why you react the way you do in relationships. You can name it, explain it, trace it back to where it started. So why are you still doing the same thing? Your body has decades of automated responses that say: vulnerability = danger. That automation runs deeper than thought. It lives in your muscles and breath shortening. This is why cognitive work can help you manage symptoms but often just redirects the underlying pattern.

The Mathematics of Grace: Remembering Provision in Advent Darkness

And so I'm choosing to practice zakhor - the Hebrew command to remember. Not passive nostalgia, but active, intentional remembering that brings past grace into present awareness. To remember that though the problems are piling up, it is just a dark hour, not a dark world. Not a dark life. Just a dark hour. And I've been in dark hours before and light came. My God has a history of meeting me in my emptiness.

Magnifying God: A Pre-Wedding Meditation on Living Heaven

For too long, I've treated my relationship with God like a ticket out of hell instead of a doorway to heaven. I've focused on avoiding damnation rather than building paradise. But what if Mary's assumption teaches us to be promise rememberers, blessing celebrators, heaven multipliers?

The Camino Crush: When Hearts Meet on the Santiago Trail

What happens when a spontaneous pilgrimage meant to prepare you for religious life instead leads to a romance—and eventual heartbreak? My 2019 Camino de Santiago preparation began on a June Monday with a wild idea and ended on a Wednesday airplane to Biarritz, but the real journey was just beginning. From meeting an Italian stranger on the trail to navigating the intensity of a "Camino crush," this is the story of how a broken heart, deep faith, and unwavering values led me to discover what true love actually looks like. Sometimes the longest spiritual journeys take us exactly where we were meant to be all along—not to a convent, but to a love that sanctifies ordinary life.

Coming Home From Camino: A Mother’s Day Reflection

On returning to Poland for Mother's Day with a history of 17 years away from the Church, I'm reflecting on three mothers who shaped my spiritual resurrection: my earthly mother, the Mother Church, and Mary. Like the three women at the empty tomb, these three have witnessed my journey from faith to wilderness and back home again. Sometimes we need to be the lost sheep to truly understand what it means to be found.

The Day Everything Went Wrong (And Perfectly Right)

Beneath all that stress, beneath the mistakes and the rushing and the what-ifs, there was this extraordinary sense of being held. Like someone had injected liquid trust directly into my veins. When that boarding announcement came 20 minutes early, I could almost hear it: 'I'm taking care of it. I'm taking care of you. Trust me. Everything is going to be alright.' Perhaps this is what spiritual maturity looks like—not the absence of anxiety, but the presence of peace beneath it.

The Sacred Art of Waiting: Camino Day 16

Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within Santiago's cathedral walls - a masterclass in pilgrimage patience that no amount of walking could have taught me. For someone who has spent weeks with landscapes constantly changing, this forced stillness felt almost jarring. But in the sacred chaos of waiting - first in unmoving queues, then through two hours of restless cathedral atmosphere - I learned that arriving in Santiago doesn't make the journey easy. It just changes the type of challenge from physical movement to spiritual patience.

A Smile from Saint James

Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. This pilgrimage has been profoundly different from my 2019 walk—marked by deep pondering about Santiago and walking in the footsteps of the apostle. After all the struggles, from feverish nights in Logroño to urgent calls pulling me back to Poland, I found myself in a magnificent room overlooking the cathedral itself. Standing there, I couldn't help but feel Saint James smiling back, reminding me that even our detours can lead us exactly where we need to be.

Camino Day 14: Neither Last Nor Least

I remember in 2019, my life's motto was to 'live every day as if it was the last.' It was impossible. The intensity was unsustainable, the pressure enormous. But here on the Camino, something different has been happening. Not the frantic urgency of treating each day as potentially final, but a profound hunger to truly *inhabit* my time rather than kill it. The Camino has a way of stripping away the noise that usually drowns out these essential questions. Walking day after day creates space for what matters to surface.

Barbed Wire and Open Heavens: Finding Grace in Unexpected Endings. Camino Day 13

For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? Today, after a meaningful conversation with my husband, the decision crystallized with surprising clarity. I will end my pilgrimage tomorrow in Burgos. What strikes me most is not a sense of defeat, but an unexpected lightness—a gratitude for these thirteen days of "praying with my feet" rather than mourning the path I won't complete. There is grace in recognizing when one journey should end so another can begin.

Day 12 on the Camino: from Grañón to Villafranca Montes de Oca

“The stone rejected by the builders became the cornerstone." I carried these words on my rosary beads, murmuring them in Polish with each step. Church towers on the horizon became both milestone and motivation as my body protested - an ensouled body and embodied soul on pilgrimage, wholly human with bloody socks and all. #CaminoDeSantiago #PilgrimsJourney

Day 11 on the Camino: Najera to Grañón

The weather forecast had prophesied rain all day, yet the sky granted mercy—patches of blue emerged, and sunlight transformed everything. How easily my spirit lifted with the light! I understood then why God is so often referred to as Light, the Sun illuminating our human path. In community and light, we find our way.

Camino Day 10: When the Pilgrim’s Path Diverts: Logroño to Nájera

The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...

Camino Day 9: Stumbling Back to the Way

The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Three nights in Logroño fighting whatever invaded my body in the midst of this sacred journey. But today, something shifts – the infection morphing into something more bearable. With allergy, I can walk. With allergy, I can continue. This feels like grace. Tomorrow, the Way continues – not just walking, but stopping when necessary. Not just strength, but vulnerability. Not just solitary determination, but community support.

Camino de Santiago: Day 8 – When Stillness Becomes the Path

Maybe Saint James is showing me that stillness has its own wisdom. That the spiritual path continues even when the physical path cannot. I’m growing increasingly aware that this pilgrimage is grace, not merely the result of my strength or perseverance. When illness strips away the ability to walk, what remains? The invitation to give thanks.

In the Footsteps of the Heel-Holder: Finding Saint James on the Camino

Discover the enigmatic St. James the Greater on the Camino de Santiago. Beyond being the "Son of Thunder" and first martyred apostle, was he perhaps the apostle who brought laughter to Jesus's inner circle? This personal reflection explores the meaning behind James's name as "heel-holder" and what made him special among the disciples. A fever-day revelation on a pilgrim's journey toward Compostela.

Day 7 on the Camino: When the Journey Calls for Rest

Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...

The Pilgrim Heart: Strangers Walking Homeward

In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've discovered what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Beyond a physical journey, pilgrimage reveals our fundamental spiritual condition as "foreigners and nomads on earth." Unlike hikers who conquer terrain, pilgrims embrace vulnerability and providence, finding strength in surrender. This pilgrim identity—recognized by Vatican II as essential to the Church—transforms how we view possessions, challenges, relationships, and our purpose. Through the sacred dance between those who walk and those who welcome, we glimpse divine rhythms of giving and receiving. Ultimately, the pilgrim paradox reveals that by acknowledging ourselves as strangers here, we discover our true identity as children of God.

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