Ewa Sliwowski
Teacher ~ Writer ~ Painter ~ Seeker
Honest.
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Honest.

I don’t regret a thing. My heart feels full.  

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Lost at Sea
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Lost at Sea

Some wave. Oceans apart. Hit the shore. Heartache. Message in a bottle.  

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First Time.
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First Time.

Since opening this site in May of 2013, I wrote and shared hundred of beams reflecting my soul. This April is the first month I wrote nothing. I shared nothing. I had nothing to say… to no one… not even myself. Life…

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Happy Birthday
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Happy Birthday <3

She would have been 61 years young…  

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Change.
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Change.

Have you forgotten. Yet? How it changed you? How it liberated you? And how it imprisoned you, too? How it lit?  And how it burned? How it stayed? And how it left? How it spoke? And how it deafened? How it breathed? And how it choked?…

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A Meeting.
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A Meeting.

I’ve asked for something. But I don’t know exactly what that is. I know I have it, but what is it that I need to learn? Accept? Transcend? I’ve been forced to face my ego. I’m learning to disarm her.…

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Contracts
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Contracts

She smelled of roses and seduction.  She had her bright eye and red lip set, a specific mission. Undercover… When the contract was fulfilled, she left as quickly as she came. That was the assignment – to separate. And to restore… An…

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Special Order- Gratitude.
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Special Order- Gratitude.

I’m grateful. I’m excited. I’m happy and I’m filled with goodness of what’s been given to me… I received three orders for one of my paintings. It humbles me to know that someone made a connection with my work, because…

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Us.
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Us.

Lovely. Lovely. Lovely weekend getaway. Connect. Balance. Feel. Simple. Peaceful.  Celebrating fourteen years of Us.  

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A Field
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A Field

Somewhere between everything and nothing is a field. Find me there. Yours Truly, -Just right. .

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B.ee
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B.ee

There is a type of hurt. A deep sting. That spoils all the honey, whenever I try to remember the sweetness. Yours Truly, -Bitter.

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From the Book Someday I’ll Write.
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From the Book Someday I’ll Write.

I still talk. To him.       In my head.              Loudly.                    I have deep conversations. Explanations. Argumentations.                              After hours.                                     I get nowhere. Yours Truly, – Talking in my Sleep.  

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