This Christmas I was lucky enough to take my daughters to a place I was born and spent my childhood. We got to celebrate the season’s end in loving warmth of my parents and brother’s family. There were heaps of traditional Polish Christmas fare, table heavy with deliciously cooked treats and a truly holiday spirit of being together. The weather was a little disappointing but we still managed to see the snow and make a snowman.
This was also an excellent occasion for me to revisit some of the places I hold dear in my heart as well as some of the memories of my childhood. As I walked the streets that were lined with now mature trees, I was able to remember them as young tiny seedlings that I and my father used to water in the early days. And now those trees were magnificent in their winter glory, naked, leafless and brazen against a dark night sky. I felt a special feeling how the time seems to float and that I was not a young girl walking past these beauties with my head full of young love and dreams but a grown up woman with children and now ready to start my business.
I also took a stroll in the Warsaw Old Town and Krakowskie Przedmiescie only to be amazed how much better they look like now. The streets were illuminated with millions of brilliant chandeliers that created one of a kind holiday experience. Warsaw is truly one of the European metropolises with rich history, not really known to the outsiders, has a charm and a modern appeal, too. I was pleased to observe that some of my favorite places I used to hang out around were still there.
As it usually is with a trip down a memory lane, I became aware how powerful it is to come back to a place of one’s birth and youth. Even though years passed since I had left my nest, I was feeling still very much in the right place and surrounded by energy that was familiar and nurturing. Many things have changed in the meantime, my life has taken roots in another land and yet, this magical place of my birth holds me captive and in awe of its beauty and power.