ABOUT HOPE: Summer Edition.

Miraculous Summer Days, Being Free as an Addiction, Bucket List, Politic Awareness &...

Jun 10, 2025

I missed you: I have missed my blog, my dream digizine, my secret home.

I created #SALT in November 2024, and it’s finally summer again very soon. I’m so excited for so many reasons. I am finally the girl I always dreamed of, as a young woman. Maybe my blog is magic?

Writing is magic—that I know. Writing is the first tool I owned that I can use everywhere, for free. Writing is vital to me, daydreaming through rhymes. I hear my mind better, I feel myself better, and when I know myself, I know the world.

I can be as much as I want when I’m typing something: I can be a terrible muse, a mermaid, the sun shining through a field, I can be a bullet, I can be a bird. And I’m so grateful for that.

I’m so grateful for the kid who used to live by the sea at six years old and who picked a Diddle—or Hello Kitty—or was it Pucca?—diary. It was little, just as little as me. A pen and a diary have remained in my purse, wherever I go, since that age.

Everything begins with my mom, always.

I’m just a girl. (I’m a girl, so I’m the world.)

We lived by the sea because she was kind of obsessed with it. The calmness of the sea, just like writing, would also pursue me. I am homesick when I’m away from the waves.

I love eternal things. The Sea, the Stars, Hard Rocks standing against Time, God’s infinite will.

I’m not really into material things lately. I mean, I’m not into the latest shows, not reading Vogue tucked in my bed like always, or binge watching models what I eat in a day (old days, Nostalgia is a b*tch.)

I’m not tormented as much either.

I’m standing on my two feet, taking energy through my spine til the sky.—

I woke up and Palestine was dying. The World was dying and bouncing and being sad and old. And I felt very helpless. I feel helpless so often, because I use to want to save the whole world.

Pain is easy to hear. Easy to see. That’s not I shut down from it, maybe I did shut down from it past a point. I was a fragile young girl. A fragile teenager. I’m blossoming into a strong woman and I like her.

Maybe (my favorite word, maybe!)— one day I’ll find sense and purpose in this strange weird world. My spirit always told me it’s not for us to understand it all. The beauty is in the mystery.

Shalom.

A Silly Summer 2025 Bucket List:

☼ Eat cherries until my cheeks burn red,
☼ Go to the river with my best friends.
☼ See all my best friends, eat sandwiches, and laugh until my stomach hurts.
☼ Dance at a gig.
Dance in a club.
Dance at the ball.

☼ Wear a lot, lot of dresses and mini skirts.
☼ Wear my Converse until they tear at the soles.
☼ Have a hotel night with my bestie for our birthday.
☼ Take a real day off work (!!)
☼ Get a looot of money by being cute and clever.
☼ Kiss a boy I like very much.
☼ Have the best birthday ever and enjoy being twenty-nine.
☼ Love myself even more, because it’s summer. Our season.

(CANCERS AND LEOS, WAKE UP.)

☼ Have fun with my Gemini manager and let her inspire me.
☼ Cook a lot and be really good at it.
☼ Host at home.
☼ Renovate my new home.
☼ Understand how my stove works,
☼ …

Hi, if you’re confused by any means at this point and discovering the Island, I’m #SALT main writer: Mimi.

I call this place a digizine but it’s a diary but you can be a mermaid. I’m childish, laughing very loudly (you can’t hear me but people can and good for them.)

The archetype of the Mermaid is the Seductress, the Temptatrice. It’s and old myth and I love and old myth, my favorite subjects of blogging and discussing are: Astrology, ~~Cats,~~ How to empower yourself (girl, I’ve been there, maybe lower, maybe not, man up, girl up, please.)

I clearly love a parenthesis too, apparently (.)

I go to the therapist. I eat my vegetables. I love my mother, my father, my siblings, my elders. I love people, damn.

I struggled to love myself and I found keys to have better times growing up.

I’m here to talk to you, though grand sister style, and sometimes I’m a softie but it’s kinda secret I have a reputation to hold.

I adore women, their universe, their inner world, blogging, and how Substack can be a billion things from one to another.

I decided I’ll finish this draft and send it to the world to see at any cost.

I love the sea, to cook, to sweet in a nightclub, to feel the beat growing in my skin, to have a trembling heart against my mouth, ready to spill nonsense.

I live for the pulse.