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Mam taka książeczkę, do której zaglądam by ogrzać ducha, kiedy na dworze zawierucha:) Rym częstochowski chyba, ale niezamierzony. Dziś sobie znalazłam taką powiastkę, która jak ulał pasuje na kompres. Ciepły kompres, ciepłych słów…

I repeat:

You can recognise a warrior of light by the look in his eye. Warriors of light

are in the world, they form part of the world, and they were sent into the world
without saddlebags or sandals. They are often cowardly. They do not always act
correctly.

Warriors of light are wounded by the most foolish things, they worry about
trivialities, and they believe themselves incapable of growing. Warriors of light sometimes
believe themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle.

Warriors of light often ask themselves what they are doing here. Often they

find their lives meaningless.

That is why they are warriors of light. Because they fail. Because they ask

questions. Because they keep looking for a meaning. And, in the end, they will find it.

Śliczności. Bardzo polecam, jeśli ktoś dzisiaj marznie, jak ja:)