One more about Poland

Somehow, being in Poland is a small exercise in returning to my childhood. All of my maternal relatives, the generation of grandparents and great-aunts-and-uncles, elected to speak Polish to each other when they gathered…Thanksgiving, Christmas, Weddings, Baptisms, etc. I remember being a child, remember the process of learning new words and applying them to myContinueContinue reading “One more about Poland”

Poland, mine very own Poland

Poland 4ever. Poland, Poland, Poland, Poland. I wish that my heart was as good and clean and wholesome and beautiful and lovable and pure as the beautiful country of Poland. As my plane was landing, I laughed to myself. Last month, when I gave a talk on joy (wherein I basically just actually talked aboutContinueContinue reading “Poland, mine very own Poland”