Dreaming is beautiful. It's like opening a window to a world where everything is possible. As a child, we dreamed without fear: to become an astronaut, an artist, to conquer mountains or build our own house on the ocean coast. But with age, something changes. We begin to doubt: "Is it worth it?", "Will I be able to?".

This recipe has been passed down in our family for several generations. And every year the Easter cake turns out extraordinary - soft, moist, with a delicate aroma that fills the whole house.

Spring is an invitation. The world breathes, blooms, hopes again. And maybe right now it is waiting for you... something good. 🧺 Imagine: you have a basket in your hands Not with eggs. But with good deeds. Small, warm, but magical. What will you put in it?

We rarely think about what holidays smell like. But Easter... it smells special.

At Easter, the kitchen is not just a room. It is a magical kingdom where recipes come to life, and where the hostess becomes a fairy with a wooden stick-spoon.

Spring comes not only in parks and on trees. It comes to the body. In the look.

Sometimes we look for love as if it were a big flash, a firework, a moment when the whole world freezes. But in reality... love often comes quietly. Almost unnoticed. Through little signs.

What does it truly mean to be ambitious? This blog explores the dual nature of ambition — from its darker drives like ego and envy, to its brighter roots in love, purpose, and connection. Discover how ambition can lead not just to success, but to a meaningful life.

I don't know a child who didn't like to steal sprinkles from Easter cakes.

Hi, you're the one who stopped at these lines - it means we already have a small invisible connection. Even if it's through a screen for now, but still - it's there.😊🤗

I always spend this day quietly.

This year I will bake Easter cake again according to my grandmother's recipe. It is written in an old notebook, yellowed, with spots of dough.

Easter is one of those holidays that you can’t help but feel in your heart. Especially if we talk about Ukrainian Easter — a bright, deep, very warm tradition that unites entire generations. At this time, houses smell of vanilla and fresh baked goods, and in the soul — peace, anticipation of a miracle and a special silence filled with meaning.

When I was a little girl, Easter began with the smell of vanilla and the rustle of newspaper on the kitchen table - that's where my grandmother cooled the cakes. And, of course, with the question, “Have you rolled the eggs out of the refrigerator yet?” - as if they had to prepare themselves for coloring.

Spring for me isn't just a change in weather, it's an internal adjustment. You know how before Easter we clean the house? Well, I feel like my soul needs a general cleaning too. To wipe the dust off hopes, throw out old resentments and put dreams in their proper place. 🌸

Easter for me is not only a religious holiday, it's also a personal moment of feeling spring and hope.

There is something very special about the moment when you bring fire home from the church.

In short, Easter is like New Year's Eve for me, only with cottage cheese, eggs and no olivier. And if a little more seriously - it's the time when my soul finally wakes up with snowdrops, and I - with the aroma of freshly baked paska (which, by the way, I never get perfectly even, but it's already a tradition).

In our family, putting together an Easter basket is a whole event.

Today I want to share with you my thoughts on how small steps can lead to big changes in our lives.