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Mind Your Practice with Zuza, Bicholim (2026)

21/06/2026

Today we celebrated International Yoga Day at the 5th Yoga Festival in the beautiful Botanical Garden in Wrocław! 🌿🧘‍♀️

The weather was absolutely lovely – I guess our Sun Salutations worked their magic because the thunderstorms didn't disturb anyone today! 😎

My class was simple, and that’s exactly how I believe yoga should be: simple, functional, relaxing, and accessible to everyone. (Though that doesn't mean your muscles won't feel it tomorrow! 😉)

If you’d like to practice with me regularly, here is where you can find me:

📍 HALA ORBITA

Monday, 16:00 – Pilates (for a flat belly, pain-free back, and good posture)

Tuesday, 07:00 – Power Yoga (the perfect kickstart to your day! We focus on building core strength, deep stretching, and – of course – breathing)

Wednesday, 07:00 – Pilates

Thursday, 21:00 – Yoga & Relax (a gentle practice to reset after the daily hustle and prep for a good night's sleep)

Saturday, 17:00 – Flow Yoga (deepen your strength and flexibility in a dynamic, fit style)

📍 FITNESS ACADEMY MARINO

Wednesday, 16:20 – Pilates

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✨ Plus... if you prefer the comfort of your own home or office, I’m just one call or message away for private or corporate sessions! 📞 +48 459 110 466
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21/06/2026

It's today! Yoga Day in the Botanical Garden in Wrocław! My class is at 9.45 in Ganesha's square 🐘 ❤️
Yoga is for free, but you still have to buy ticket to enter botanical garden 😔 but it's so beautiful specially in the part of the year, that it's still worth it😍

12/06/2026

Recently, a lady came up to me after a Pilates class and asked when I’d be teaching at the club again. I told her: "Tomorrow, a yoga class." She instantly waved her hands and said: "Oh no, no, no, I tried it once and I have no desire to twist myself into a pretzel again!" 😅
And you know what? I totally respect that. Personally, I don't like twisting people into pretzels either – I mean, what for? Has anyone ever gotten a corporate promotion for being able to do a split? A free vacation for a headstand? A standing ovation for turning themselves into a human pretzel? ;-)
I must also add that I absolutely despise the phrase: "No pain, no gain, push until you drop." Who even says that – isn't it just pure ego talking?
To me, yoga asanas are meant to be functional, not Instagrammable. While practicing, we are supposed to feel them – to feel ourselves. To let the energy flow. To breathe. To relax here and now: in this body, at this moment, in this life.
And if your back stops hurting, and your body gets stronger and more flexible along the way? Well, that’s just a side effect. A highly welcome one, though!
YOGA with me at Hala Orbita (Wrocław):
👉 Tuesday, 7:00 AM – The "power" version: simple, but wakes you up better than coffee.
👉 Thursday, 9:00 PM – Gentle, soothing, and mindful, to help you transition into a good night's sleep.
👉 Saturday, 5:00 PM – A smooth flow, moving from breath to movement, leading you straight into a well-deserved weekend.

07/06/2026

After 12 years of rather chaotic living in India, I have returned to Poland. Here, I see order, calm, and organization. It’s so completely different from the Indian standards of being and living.

And yet... I can’t help but feel that beneath this surface of peace and rationality, a lot is churning. What lies out in the open in India is swept under the rug here. And vice versa.

Life in Poland is fast and intense. It is full of frustration, stress, and anxiety. Yet these deeply human aspects are hidden away under a smiling mask. Behind the perfect Instagram feed and a vibrant, worry-free Facebook. Hidden from neighbors we still don’t know after months of living next door.

The catch is, hiding and running away don't make these difficult parts of life just vanish like that. Oh no... They lurk in the dark corners of our bedrooms and our own minds. Even worse, the darkness gives them the strength to strike when we least expect it. The elongated shadows only make their fangs and claws look longer... Brrr!

But all it takes is a little bit of light—recognition, naming it, noticing it, acceptance. A moment of stillness, a moment of deep inhalation—followed by an even longer exhalation. A moment of a lazy, blissful stretch (and not just on the mat, not just to force a split). That’s when things start to feel better, warmer somehow. Right in the heart, in a truly human way.

Recharge your batteries for the day ahead. For a good day. See you on the mat—and beyond! 🧘‍♀️✨
📱 For private classes at your home: +48 459 110 466
or
📍 join me in Hala Orbita (monday: 4 pm - pilates, Tuesday: 7 am, power yoga, Wednesday: 7 am, pilates, Thursday: 9 pm, yoga & relax, Saturday: 5pm, flow yoga) and Fitness Academy Marino (Wednesday : 4.20 pm, pilates) :-)

29/05/2026

Don’t be afraid. Live.
I had a crisis recently. It happens to everyone, regardless of how many hours they’ve spent on the mat. The longing for my husband was just too strong. The longing for his touch, for simply being next to him. And those recurring, intrusive questions: could we have...? Why...? How...?
Before falling asleep, I made a quiet wish to meet him, if only in my dreams. But even that turned out to be too big a wish. Yet, when I stepped out of the house in the morning, a surprise was waiting for me on the pavement just outside the gate. A small piece of paper, wet, seemingly nondescript—and yet it caught my attention. I picked it up and froze. It was my husband’s passport-sized photo.
But how? By what miracle? Where did it come from? I don’t know, seriously, I don’t know. But it was there. Just as he was, is, and will be. After all, he always used to say: "We are two bodies with one soul" (and I, foolishly, used to laugh back then).
And just like that, I felt him again. His energy, his courage, his absolute freedom of being. I felt his love—the very same love I felt when standing physically right next to him. Before I knew it, the mantras returned. The ones from Ta**ra, which had been briefly displaced by Buddhism—the Buddhism that brought me compassion, grounding, safety, and quiet strength. They returned and instantly began to crack my heart wide open again, allowing energy, wildness, and freedom to flow freely. Carrying a quiet, absolute reassurance: you are not, you have never been, alone.
So don't be afraid. Live.

**ra

20/05/2026

The Pattern of Life.

I began to notice that everything around us holds its own patterns and mathematical precision years ago, back during my photography studies. Later, through the study of classical Ta**ra, I started discerning them in the very living tissue of the world: in the geometry of leaves, the architecture of tree crowns, in the wings of insects, and on the nose of my dog. I saw these patterns in human art and in human skin when looking at it up close.
Yet, it was only recently that I saw the pattern within my own life. I saw how absolutely everything is interconnected and interdependent.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve been drawn to spirituality. With varying intensity—sometimes I was able to walk away from it for a few months or even years. Only to collect enough painful experiences to return with my tail between my legs. Or with joy—whichever way you prefer to look at it. I see how it saved me, how it was following me wherever I went.
So today, I sit in a new-old world, in my hometown of Wrocław, conducting a sort of autopsy on my own destiny. I look at how precisely this pattern has been unfolding since... probably the very beginning of my existence. I see how incredibly much connected me to my husband. Years and an entire continent set us apart, yet our paths simply had to cross. I see how our fates intertwined from a distance long before we even met: we both nearly lost our lives at the very beginning of them, we are both left-handed and write in a strange way, and both of us, around 1989, wanted to run away from home after a fight with our mothers 😉. I see how he gave me the wild courage I so desperately needed, and I gave him grounding.I see how, as he was having his closure with his loved ones, with me, with the world, and as he was slowly returning to his roots, I myself was already landing on the safety cushion of spirituality. Without knowing the reason yet.
I also see that what we both wanted from the level of everyday consciousness—or ego, if you prefer—never fully worked out. But what happened from the level of the subconscious—that is, the True Self, Life itself—flowed with a striking, incredible precision. Breaking our ego, our hearts, and our plans along the way.
Because in the end, what constitutes our essence is nothing other than Life. Life, which always wins, because it simply keeps rolling on—without a beginning and without an end.

18/05/2026

Looking at the world, it is hard to believe that any kind of cosmic order exists. The cheeky bastard hides so well beneath a layer of dust, chaos, and surprises. Wait, surprises?... Or rather: beneath our own lack of mindfulness? ;-)
At first glance, situations often catch us off guard. As if they had absolutely no connection to what happened before. On a conscious level—where we so often live through illusions about reality rather than reality itself—that’s exactly how it might seem. But on a subconscious level... ooh, that’s a completely different story.
I experienced this firsthand recently, and I must admit—it hurt. The pattern that life was drawing didn't just concern one person or one issue; it burst forth like a river breaking through a dam, sweeping everything along in its path. Looking back, the precision of this current is surprisingly... perfect.
I recently lost someone very close to me. This person, despite an outward readiness to start a brand-new project, a new chapter in life—was returning to his roots. Things pushed aside for years, like a family mantra, gestures once made by his grandfather, and old stories—were all part of closing a cycle. But it wasn't just happening to him. Seeing him so full of life, energy, and passion for a time, I felt a longing for something of my own, and out of nowhere, I returned to Buddhism. The very same Buddhism that used to carry a scent of suffering for me, but now began to smell like grounding and compassion. You have no idea how much these Buddhist teachings helped in recent weeks... In turn, the arguments that were a frequent guest of ours lately were teaching me how to exist and manage on my own.
The pattern of life unfolds. All the time, every single day, whether we like it or not. Whether it breaks our heart or makes it blossom. I've known this for a long time, I've seen it in the leaves, the trees, in everything around me. But never before had I felt it so deeply within myself. Never before had I felt that in this seemingly cruel world, life has meaning—even if it is often invisible from the perspective of the "autopilot."
How do you switch to manual control? See you on the mat—and beyond it.

17/05/2026

Sometimes, in a sea of people, you spot a different kind of face. Not because of the shape of their nose or the color of their skin, but because of the light radiating from within. The owner of that face would be the ultimate embodiment of Bon Jovi’s song It's My Life—both in terms of its lyrics and the raw energy it carries. Their light and impact on everyone around them would transcend all boundaries of time and space. This person's life would be so intense that they could easily gift it to three other people, and still have some left to spare.
Yet, this is not the physical intensity of mountain folk who live to a ripe old age—those who, despite their hard work and effort, live in harmony with nature, walk the well-trodden paths of tradition, and follow a natural rhythm. Free birds must blaze every single trail on their own, always ready to fight for what is right, rather than what is easy. They are ready to help anyone and everyone, anytime, completely disregarding the fact that their own inner fire isn't being refueled on time. This inner fire is so fierce that it consumes them from within, faster than the world expects... Which is why it shocks and hurts so deeply when a free bird suddenly vanishes. Or rather: when a transformation takes place, through which they become entirely free.
A free bird cannot be kept in a cage, even if it were for their own good. Because that is not good for them—it is only good for their loved ones, for whom they are the sun they so eagerly orbit, because everything is simply easier with them around. And then, nothing is left but to miss them. A free bird leaves such an imprint, such an impact on the lives of those they touched, that they can never be forgotten. And that is exactly what helps you carry on when they are gone—because a free bird has fundamentally changed how we look at the world, at life, and at ourselves. And they are still here. You can feel it in your heart, which remains wrapped in their love and support...
Pause. On your mat, or on the balcony, watching the birds fly...

16/05/2026

Lately, I keep hearing: "It’s your choice, do as you please."
But is it really?
Life constantly plays tricks on us. A stumbling block here, out of the frying pan and into the fire there, and some days are about as straight as a dog's hind leg...
What we want often boils down to: "I’m choosing the lesser of two evils." How am I choosing? Am I really choosing at all? That is the real crux of the matter.
The way we perceive the world depends heavily on our culture, family, education, knowledge, experiences, predispositions, and even gender. That is why two different people will react completely differently to the exact same problem. So, how much of this "free will" is actually mine? ;-) And how much of it has been tailored for me by my surroundings? Sure, you could say I have my own mind—but then again, that mind relies entirely on past knowledge and experiences...
From the perspective of many Eastern philosophies, and largely backed by modern science, we are wired to always choose the best possible option available to us at that specific time and under those exact circumstances. Always. Even if we actively wanted to choose what we consider bad, at the end of the day, we wouldn't be able to. This is because a fraction of a second before we consciously make a decision, our brain has already decided. And while we sometimes feel cognitive dissonance afterward, it doesn't stem from a poorly made decision, but rather from our brain updating its data.
Does this mean we are free from responsibility? Quite the contrary. We cannot control the cards life deals us—the traumas, habits, or upbringing we start with. But we are fully responsible for what we do with them next. If I hurt others because I was once hurt, continuing that cycle becomes my responsibility.
So, what can we do when our brain runs on autopilot so much of the time? We can start training it. Yoga and meditation won't rewrite your past, but they offer you something priceless: a fraction of a second of space between stimulus and response. A space where you can take a breath and allow your mind to write a better, more conscious script.
Let’s meet on the mat to expand that space together.

16/05/2026

Love.
It is a grand word, yet one so often tossed around with casual lightness. It is sometimes mistaken for weakness, though in reality, it grants immense strength. They say it gives you wings—but for that to happen, it must never be caged, bound, or tightly clenched in one’s fist.
Side by side with love walks freedom. At first glance, this might surprise us—for how can we just allow such wild independence? What if it leaves? What if it never returns? Yet, wherever attachment, expectations, and demands take over, the space for love drastically shrinks.
Sometimes, love must let go—even when it hurts terribly. Because true love does not exist merely "for me." It is the rare ability to see the needs, the nature, and the very essence of another person. It is offering comfort in difficult times and granting the space to be fully oneself. It is the unwavering faith that things will work out—together, even if the world around us is crumbling.
Love is also immortal. It fears neither death nor the passage of time—it is merely transformed by them. For the nature of love, much like the nature of the entire universe, is change. From butterflies in the stomach, it evolves into a sense of security, and over time—into longing. And though longing can be a harsh and painful version of love, it is precisely what reminds us of its magnificent power. It keeps love alive.
After all, feeling alive is not about eternal ecstasy. It is also found in those most challenging moments which, despite the pain, allow us to uncover authentic gratitude, awaken deep compassion, and begin to live more truly.
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This is exactly what yoga off the mat is about. Finding your center when the world around you changes in a heartbeat. If you feel you need support in bringing this wisdom into your daily life, I invite you to join my Yoga Pocket Mentor program—a space where we can navigate both the small daily steps and life’s biggest questions, together.

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