SUNDAY 04

About inconditional love.

Dear reader,

Happy to see you again, how are you ?

I’m fine, thank you !

Okay, I admit it wasn’t all fine, actually.

It was some open wounds that my own salt burned again – feeling my fury is tiring.

But on Sunday, even if in my country it’s raining,

I rise again.

Coffee and milk, one sugar, my cat purring in a bed to dry his fur. My grandmother – my nonna – celebrated her 75th birthday, after one long year of battling an abominable blood cancer.

She has beat the fuck out of that sickness and she’s as majestuous as ever, if not even more. Her hair is growing back, so fast now. And she cooks for hours, as if nothing ever happened to us. I say us because we’re an unicellular body – you can’t touch one of us and not touch all of us.

I’m so grateful for our resilience, our strength and our ability to alchemise. I’m so grateful for her. I’m so grateful for us.

Praise to the Lord.

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The Sunday 04 mood-board :

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For Valentine’s I got white tulips.

That’s the first year in my life I accepted my flowers – I was afraid of gifts as a teenager, so I often flew from the bouquet of my ex-lovers and they would never buy some again. It wasn't that I didn't want the flowers, in fact I even wanted them so badly and couldn’t bear to be so sensitive, just like the other girls.

I wanted to be though.

Maybe I did really heal.

Things change, you have to allow it.

You have to allow people to give you flowers.

All the things I’m grateful for & excited about :

My mother gave me money for my yoga classes.

She asked “do you want me to give you some (money) for you to pay for your (yoga) classes?” and it was hard to say but so liberating also, “yes”.

In March I will attend classes in a beautiful studio with a professor coming back from India. And my challenge is to attend the harder classes, not the beginners one’s. I’m not a beginner anymore and one of my life’s goal is to become a yoga teacher, if you didn’t know !

So it was so heartwarming for me to feel my mother being implicated in my dreams, she even sent me some IG scamming publicities about a Writer Course… that’s the spirit that counts, and it means so much for me to be recognized for my true passions in life.

My best friend said “I love you so much sister” in a phone call after months of worrying if she really does, and I’m kind of untouchable.

My best friend is tiny.

She’s ginger.

She has freckles and she’s mixed.

She’s born in Paris and she went to live in the south around six.

We met when we were seven.

I was a raging emo in the making, she would wear oranges jogging at school.

We sound the same but in different fonts.

She never batted an eye when I was a crazy storm. I was depressed and hell on earth but she made me smile, laugh, and to not feel invisible.

Kind of funny to me at least, she became a licensed therapist.

Her heart is pure and stubborn and as everything made of light and fire she burns things – bridges, old belief, ridicule, shame.

I used to call her the sun, my sun then a black sun. An eclipse of some sorts, because as I grew happier, she grew sadder at some point.

If you lose your soul sister at some point, she’s not your true sister.

If she is, you’ll never grow apart and will always reunite.

And I’m so grateful my wild cat – she’s so independent, my little miss independent – is finally calm and tranquil in my aura. I’m so grateful to be reliable for her.

My bestie and me in my book. (Fanny & Bella.) ♡

Friendship asks for a lot of humility and creativity. It’s the first love you pour so much in after your family and before meeting a man. And it’s my favorite kind of love: one that touches the soul so deeply you can’t live without another’s.

Meeting people leave traces, I’m the sum of everyone I’ve ever loved.

Shopping :

This book on Yoga's teaching I have my eye on.

And nothing more ! I hope to declutter my closet soon and to find some great inspirations through Pinterest and printed magazines…to romanticize being minimalist. (Mari Kondo, you’ll always be that girl, whatever anyone has to say about you, I’ll go against it.)

Also, have you ever wondered about the magic of tiny and cute pouches ?

I mean the tiny one you get when being gifted a jewel. I always hide some dried flowers, or gems in it. And I also re-use them for gifting things in return to my loved ones.

It’s a never ending cycle of tiny and cute pouches.

They are filled with so much love and wonders.

Have you ?

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Thank you, dear reader to bear with me, my very own digital diary and the SALT energy. Tearing up, baking, swimming, sweating… Everything is always salty and I embrace it forever. Forever I’m truly yours and wishing you well and to pour your soul into a post, today.

Love you !

Michèle from #SALT.