Art of Books – Start Them Young


BL S & IMy kids and I have just visited the British Library for the very first time. Loooved it! Would you agree that there’s beauty in being surrounded by books, books, and… you guessed it… more books?

I was amazed by the King’s Library and the ancient historical treasure Codex Sinaiticus (Sinai Bible) displayed in one of BL’s exhibitions. Reportedly, the latter was produced in the middle of the 4th century and it is the earliest complete manuscript of the New Testament plus the best witness for some books of the Old. Usually, members of the public aren’t allowed to take pictures of it, but if you ask it will be given as the book says… So, I asked and received the permission to take one shot. Thank you, kind BL person! 🙏 Please check it out in My Instagram Highlights “Art of the Book”, if interested. 📸 I was told that people come from all over the world to see the Codex as well as Magna Carta which is another significant part of the same exhibition…

When gazing at the tall glass tower of the King’s Library, my daughter (photographing Anne Frank’s sculpture in the pic above) sighed loudly with her arms wide open as if trying to embrace the volumes. This rather theatrical scene caught the eye of a passer-by stranger who then smiled at me briefly amused by her “ode to the books lookalike”.

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  • “Amazing, isn’t it?” I said acknowledging the book tower.
  • “Yes, it is” he answered.

That was it! He went on his way and so did we… No one said a word about my book–aficionado’s symbolic, although exaggerated, gesture. Yet, it brought about a brief, memorable moment of connection between us book lovers. 😂 Soon after, another passer-by glanced at my kids aged 6 – 12, smiled at me and said: “It’s good to start them young”.

  • “That is so true.” I replied.

And then, my son dropped a bombshell (in my mind) saying that the library was a great place to hang out… ‘What?!’  the fun-police in me reacted on the inside, ‘we’re here to LEARN – not hang out! You’re here to expand your minds, blah, blah, blaaaaah…’ ‍Thank God, after my brief internal turmoil, it clicked… He just needs to fall in love with the atmosphere… Of course, I want my children to see the library as a great hang out spot (sort of).

It was wonderful to explore knowledge with themphysical books, books on the screen, history, a little bit of art and music from Chopin to strangely sounding noises which resembled mating birds more than anything else. For a few hours, we have walked up and down the national library. By the end of the day, they were gloriously exhausted (no bedtime drama) and enriched at the same time… It was good for mama too.

So, stay calm and keep on turning one another into a book lover… If you’re a parent do start them young. 🤸‍♂️🤹‍♂️🤸‍♀️

And, if you’re into poetry and/or books about relationships please check out my Poetry Collection “Love, Don’t Fear.

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She is Not Her Past


Here she comes with strong legs,

Strong arms & her tough-skinned hands

Though they’ve never seen a gym…

Her brown eyes –

Too scared to look into their brown eyes

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She’s assumed to be a mother of many

Shared by way too many, in her past

They assume & assume

With no courage to ask

“What’s your name?”

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They have a box ready for her

They have a spot called ‘her place’

They say, “remember your rights”

They mean limits & lies

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Why must she feel sad & shamed?

She knows she knows better, today

She knows where from & where to

She knows what’s false & what’s true

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Her story is being written still

As we speak…

Choices of today are made

The future is on the way

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It is a fight for her family’s life

And for faith – hers and theirs

It’s a fight for Love…

 ‘Let them think’ she thinks

‘I’ll stand firm within Him’

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Their silence & gaze are loud,

But they are too dark

To outshine her light

To confine her mind

 In their own confines

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“We will make it!” She says

‘Right in front of their eyes’.

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Mother’s Secrets – Poem


'Mother's Secrets' by Adam PodleckiToday, people in the UK celebrate the strength of a mother. We appreciate how sacrificial, powerful, and instrumental she is in our lives…

Yet, this poem approaches motherhood from a slightly different angle. This is a piece about her strength, but it is about her humanity as well. 

It culminates in the revelation of the Source of that strength which we love to celebrate & admire.

Happy Mother’s Day!

MOTHER’S SECRETS

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Many times, mama must say ‘no’ to her child

Although “yes” is pressing to escape her mind

Yet, at times mama must say ‘yes’ even though

She would feel less pain if she could say ‘no’…

 

Yes, at times, mama must reveal her anger

For true peace to begin and for chaos to cease

Yet, most times, mama needs to remain silent,

So she can be heard and so she can hear…

 

Many times, mama has to wait for her child,

Even though that child is already late… Then,

Sometimes mama needs to push rather hard,

So late consequences don’t have final say…

 

There are times mama needs to die for her child,

So the fruit of her love can survive and thrive. Yet,

Sometimes mama needs to first save her own life,

So she’s there, full of strength to keep baby alive…

 

Sometimes,

Being a mother seems more difficult than…

It seems sometimes…

 

A true mother must be brave and selfless

Must be assertive, yet kind at the same time

She must be strong, beautiful, loving…

Responsible, present and caring…, but I…

 

Sometimes, I was selfish and not very sane –

None of which is surely a good mother’s way…

Sometimes, it seems  like I don’t have what it takes

Which I don’t anyway – surely not in myself

 

But then, He comes with His Motherliness…

Surrounding me, overwhelming with help

And I keep pressing on, and again, I excel…

Although yet again, sometimes seem to fail

 

Truly, a mother cannot be a good mother,

Without much of Him within much of her

 

I… don’t qualify for your idol, baby…

Yet…, allow me…

I’ll show you where your faith should rest

 

I do not want you to be my clone, little girl

In Him…, In Him… you must be yourself…

In Him, in His time, In His way, little boy

 Walking better, and further I could ever walk.

“Little Big Mama/Papa…”


Mama Snail
Mama Snail

In most cultures, the mother symbolizes selflessness. She is  perceived as a phenomenon of endless dedication to those placed under her care. Nevertheless, there seems to be a fine line between parental devotion and martyrdom…

In Poland, the phrase “Matka Polka” (translate “Polish Mother”) is used mainly for honourable causes. One of the largest highly specialized medical complexes in the country is named “Polish Mother’s Memorial Hospital…” In 1830, Matka Polka became the respected recipient of a poem written by Adam Mickiewicz (a celebrated Polish writer). Paradoxically still, over the years, the same phrase began to be commonly associated with the futility of motherhood. Sadly, in many eyes, “Matka Polka”, in spite of her sacrificial devotion to family, is seen as a woman unfulfilled and un-inspiring…

Since becoming a mom, even my small everyday decisions require some form of consideration for others. Life changes when you step into parental shoes, no doubt. The time, which you once thought was yours, no longer even pretends to belong to you; and many things, once estimated to be accomplished in no time, now take longer.

Milton Berle (American comedian/actor) said: “If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” This rhetorical question, in a humorous way, illustrates how daunting motherhood can get sometimes. At some point, the world of a servant-less mother must accommodate numerous demands and messy issues, no matter how often ‘the laundry’ gets done. Moreover, nowadays, being a mother rarely exempts one from having to take care of other responsibilities…

Today’s world glorifies achievement. Everything moves fast – technology, cars, and people. Add the obsession with self, and there you have it – an ordinary mom’s profile comparable to that of a snail, which we all know to be on the smaller/slower side of things. Whenever I feel smaller and slower than the rest, due to motherhood, my heart is blessed to hear the following words: “What you’re doing is very important and significant.”

These words may just be what you need to hear right now.

You are an artist with a high callingone of the pioneers and very influential creators given to paint on the unique canvas of your child’s heart and soul. Your efforts may go unnoticed by people, but Heaven sees the most subtle of your brushstrokes… You are precious… Remember this because you will not always have someone there to remind you.

Little big mom, we need your strength and we need your smile 🙂

Dedicated to mothers, fathers and others… whose lives are strongly devoted to the needs of people.

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Sometimes, it may feel like

We were left behind…

With dust in our eyes

From another’s wheels…

 

Keep it moving though…

As slow as you must and as fast as you can

There’s a time and a season for each one –

Even Mom.

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