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You know, sometimes it happens, you go on a journey, you are there for a couple of days. And already the past, your home, life circumstances, everything seems to be in a fog. It's as if you have always lived here, in the place where you have been for only a few days. Not to mention a week.

Today our day combined a morning swim in Greece, it was so natural and usual. I asked myself: "What does our dwelling in Poland look like?" and could not adequately answer this. Yet, on the same day, we returned home. And now I am writing this text with the feeling as if I never went anywhere. And the past memories are acutely fogged as if a dream.

Could this be one of the symptoms of living in the moment?

I sit in the library
Contemplating life
Meanwhile, Lyuba
Is cutting out round shapes

A multitude of beautiful books around
A pleasant smell emanates from them
Yet, to choose one to read
I can't decide on any of them

Perhaps the author isn't good?
Or maybe the collection here is weak?
Guess for yourselves, my friends
What's the answer this time.

Yesterday, we lived the fullness of the day with the children. And today too - movement, novelty, emotions, states, traveling, discoveries. Everyone is tired but satisfied. But what's next? It's evident that the children need some routine, long-term activities, actions, and studies. I hadn't thought much about this before. But now I'm pondering, how can I provide my children with something long-term, routine, calm, with a focus on the future? It's 100 times more challenging because, in my opinion, everything long-term is even more closely related to meaning.

My thoughts get tangled; I'll leave it at that for now.

P.S. I need to transition to a digital garden so that I can rewrite specific texts/thoughts over time.