We pray for the future.

       Why is it so strange that if I think about something, then I am bombarded with information about this subject from all sides?
It's not like I'm looking for something on the internet.It's not me because I usually write that I have something to check and after a few seconds I forget why I opened the computer (oh this forgetfulness).
It's like, for example, that I'm starting to watch a program on YouTube and immediately after it automatically gets a movie with a topic that interested me once and now this subject wants to remind me.

      And so, along with Christmas, I ended the Pompeian Novena and in the New Year I promised myself that I would "adopt spiritually" a child who is threatened with abortion and here is a good angel in the New Year and reminds me of prayer by accidentally opening a page with prayers for children at risk of abortion(I am glad I have  someone who reminds me of what I once promised).


     Where does this idea come from?

     For centuries, Europe was Christian and every born child was accepted as a blessing.
I know from history that there were wars, diseases and children sometimes did not live to adolescence, but there were more of them born than in today's times when we do not have wars, and medicine is so great that ... well, it kills unborn children instead of saving them.

   Do not future doctors swear to save lives, and here they kill children because women are not prepared for a child, want to make a career or a child was conceived as a result of rape, or worst of all, a couple have got sex and they forgot to secure themselves.

   Europe, do you really want to kill your future in so stupid way?

   Have we already forgotten what Saint John Paul II said?
   He said:
            "A country that kills own children
                                kills own future"
   Is this not true?
Let's look at our Europe.
You do not think that it "shrinks".
Not geographically, because it would be immediately visible, but numerically.

 This, as you can see the date from 2015 because only I found it, but it is worth looking for 2017 and they are certainly two times bigger.

   The funniest thing is that the "religion of peace", which so successfully overwhelmed Europe and blows us up into the air, generates many children who numerically outgrow the classes to which white European children go.
Sometimes we do not have the impression that there are more and more Mohamed and Aish in the classes of our sons and daughters than John, James, Sean, Ann, Elizabeth...
   
   Do we want to kill our future and let Europe's white people disappear in this way?
   Do we want the children of our children to pay a jizyah for living in peace for some time until next payday?
   Do we want our sons to be killed, and the daughters walk in burqas and are raped every day?
   Is this what we want in the future?

   We are already becoming a dying species, and if it does not appeal to some liberated women who are fighting for their rights to abortion and deciding about their bodies, I will give good advice.
Put on the iron panties, close a small padlock and put the key in the deep water, because why else should tempt those who enrich us culturally.

   People talk and write about abortion a lot in recent times, and what is left to us to oppose.
Not every one of us can write to the president and ask for a change of rules, but there is something that will help us change something: pray and believe that somewhere there we help another child to be born.

   I invite you to join the "Spiritual Adoption" right now, right here.
Open and read, even if you are not sure, save this page for later, I believe that it will be useful someday.
And if you are still not convinced, I encourage you to watch the movie titled:"Meant to be".

       I strongly believe that "my" adopted baby is about a month old and grows well under the heart of some mother.
                And I strongly encourage you to "Spiritual Adoption"

"The Greatest showman".

           Probably the most beautiful musical I have ever seen (excluding"Mama mia").
A film full of colour, music, dance and singing.
 I do not like spending money on anything and then leave the cinema disappointed, but this movie was not disappointed truly after the screening, I wanted to run and buy another ticket for this same movie.
From the first musical bars, I could not get over the admiration that something so great could be created.
My legs wanted to dance, the soul wanted to sing and if there was no one in the cinema, believe me, that I would dance there.
       
     The story of a man who decides to make his childhood dreams come true after being released from work.
I must also mention that his daughter helps him, which gives him an idea and then goes ... not necessarily well.
Of course, when the museum opens with various strange personalities, the business begins to spin, but there are always those who think they are a little jealous and therefore oppose this museum, which later, thanks to a critic, is called a circus.
Our hero becomes very famous in America and later in the world, which results in a visit to the English Queen where meet very famous opera diva and proposes a tour in USA.Of course, he did not say nothing to his wife and invest all money.
And here is the scene where I could say that greed takes over the old friendship, thanks to which ... he became famous.
But friends will not let him down and they will always be with him because "... you made us a family when others moved away from us."

I welcome everyone in New Year

            And here come January 2018 and I came back with him.
I warmly welcome you after a long time of not being here.
I will not go into why I was not here, I will write only:
                                      "Men are like alcohol
               Renouncing them is an asceticism
                      that brings bitterness.
                 Enjoying them is a way of life
                    that brightens up the day.
                   Addiction to them is stupid."

     And what I have been doing during this time?
                                                 I crocheted a little

                             
                                               I knitting a little

Well, as at the beginning of the year, it was necessary to clean up the room and ventilate the wardrobes.
There is always something to be found in which you do not walk or what is not used and you can give to "second hand".
I also believe that this is my last year of residence on the islands because I will tell you the truth that money really does not bring happiness.

The family is the most important.
I wake up every morning in a room that is not even my room and I go to work and feel emptiness.
After every holiday spends in Poland I come back sadder ,and even I am sometimes angry at myself that than I believed in a beautiful life abroad and I left my country.
It's hard for him, it's better to come with a friend, girlfriend / boyfriend, wife / husband.
But why pour out grief at the beginning of the year, after all, it's a carnival and we should have fun.
That's why I wish you all the best in the New Year and the great carnival parties.

Colorful butterflies

   Last month I did not want to write but rather to handmade.
Or maybe I'm starting to snoop, I do not want to open a computer and ... I have excuses for everything.
Although on the other hand, I can say that I love to sit in bed most, listen to the radio and do manual work, or delve into an interesting book (or erring in the book world, which arises in my imagination).

    But today will be about butterflies.
I do not like to waste material that I bought and used, but not quite to the end.
Some time ago, on the plastic canvas, I sewed four coloured eggs from which a bunch of yellow chickens pop out just here.
After finishing the piece of work some plastic was left and I put them into the drawer, thinking how to use them.
Looking through magazines with sewing patterns, I came up with an idea when I saw these butterflies.
That's what I'm still waiting for, I'm just getting to work.

As you can see there are also two horseshoes for good luck ( I must tell you about this something interesting).

And hearts.

And surely you are curious about the red felt which I put under my sewing.
I bought it with a newspaper, where there was a set to sew the fruit on the felt.

And it was just an idea for me to cover a piece of work that does not look very interesting from the back and can be used my butterflies as a key ring.
I would only have to find the rings with the clasps and thread the trinkets.
And here is the whole set that I was able to sew on the pieces of plastic canvas that were to be found in the basket.

Painted eggs

                                              I grabbed the plastic in my hand
                                                 In the other hand I held the needle
                                              I boldly dabbled on the canvas
                                                  And here the chickens hatched
                                                    From my colourful Easter eggs

"The keeper of lost things" Ruth Hogan.

       I find on Amazon fantastic book with this title which intrigued me.
I see then I have no trouble read in English and I can read some books that have not been translated or will be translated later.

    "The keeper of lost things" seemed to me a very strange book.
Such an everyday life of an older man who likes to accumulate lost things.
The beginning of a book is...simple:

               "Charles Bramwell Brockley was travelling alone and without a ticket on the 14.42 from London Bridge to Brighton.
The Huntley & Palmers biscuit tin in which he was travelling teetered precariously on the edge of the seat as the train juddered to a halt at Haywards Heath.But just as it toppled forward towards the carriage floor it was gathered up by a safe pair of hands.(...)
Nothing surprised Anthony any more,but loss always moved him,however great or small.From a drawer he took a brown paper luggage label and a gold-nibbed fountain pen.He wrote carefully in black ink;the date and time,and the place very specific:
            Huntley&Palmers biscuit tin containing cremation                                        remains?
        Found,sixth carriage from the front,14.42 train from London                      Bridge to Brighton.
            Deceased unknown.God bless and rest in peace."

  I did not find anything interesting here, but I thought:"You have to give this book a chance".
Then there is the woman, the divorcee, who somehow wants to put her life together.
She values the housekeeper's job with an older gentleman and falls in love with his stylish, Victorian home with a garden full of roses.
Unfortunately, the older man is dying but rather wants to bond with his beloved in the garden where together years ago they planted roses.
The house, just before Antoni's death, is rewritten in Laura's decent and interesting things begin to happen in her life.
She already knows Freddy well, who has been in the garden and is still nursing him and ...he is in love with her.
The next person she meets is a girl with Down syndrome who loves to brew tea and ... can read the stories of things stored in the room and even feel the feelings of the person involved with the lost thing.

   
  At home suddenly strange things start to happen and writing this I mean really strange things.
I never had anything to do with spirits even the good ones, but if I had to wake up every morning and listen to one melody from the album, excuse me, but I'm leaving.
You can also find a romantic theme there, but it's not as intrusive as other romances. This is what I like.
Some dates, common nights, pub grub, but this is not the main thread of the book.

    There is one more story in this book that appears here at random, but at the end, it turns out that it has much to do with the story of the lost things. One could say that these are just a few of the chapters that are the main message of the book.

   I have to say that I love books that naturally show life. Such as the ordinary, a little experienced by fate and puzzles (because you never know what awaits you around the corner of the room and even home).

    It's one of those books I like to read when it rains outside, then you can brew yourself a "cup of great tea", disappear somewhere in Laura's Victorian home, look at the wonderful roses and inhale their smells, look at the dog lying by the fireplace, where the fire dances happily warming the room.


      I sincerely invite you
            to read
      and take an extraordinary
                   journey!!!

Andrea Rieu concert.

       Yes, my dears.
Now I watch videos on YouTube and still have in my memory this concert and I am so proud then I was there with my family I could listen to this music and have a great fun, because how you cannot have a great time with this kind of music.
I go in May to Poland on holiday and just go for few days to Prague where play a concert and I could see the city again.

 We met the native Czechs !?

We also visited a toy shop.

I know childish but who does not love LEGO.




I regret very much that for health reasons my daddy could not go and he gave up his place to my mum cousin.






What a wonderful concert it was?
At last, I could watch and listen to Andre Rieu live.
I really enjoy watching his concerts and I always wanted to see and feel the atmosphere live and...
Finally came the opportunity.
I know, I know he was in Poland too, but when I bought tickets about Poland nobody mentioned.
But in Prague, there were Poles and not only because there was a Spanish and English family next to me and ... lots of different nationalities.
What happened.
Dances and songs.
Anyway, listen to yourself.