SUNDAY 05

Full Moon Style, we're releasing and clearing the energy. Cheers ! 🧿🧿🧿

Mar 16, 2025

Dear reader, yes you !

Thank you for your presence on the #SALT ship.

Welcome abroad !

You’ll find your cabin upstairs and your dreams downstairs, ready to be explored. Waves are lifting us under a sweet sun, gently kissing our cheeks, the marine breeze is curing our sorrows for free and our soul feels content, listening to the mermaid song.

We kindly ask you to follow the cruise rules with attention. Rest assured, our ship’s personnel are dedicated to your entertainment, well-being, and pleasure. Don’t hesitate to ask for anything : our crew is trained to enhance your experience.

On deck etiquette :

A cap and sunglasses are a must on the pond, whether you’re a lady or a gentleman, don’t forget : your hat is your crown. 👑
Dry towels are available at the laundry service, and we’ll gladly handle yours too. 🧖🏽‍♀️
SPF 50 until noon, Monoï when the heat is down. Your skin will thank you. 🧴
Keep your bikini on : we’ll provide you with a flashy paréo to complete the look. 👙
Our bar serves delicious mocktails from 10 AM until the end of the night. Sip, relax, repeat. 🍹

Smooth sailing and salty skin await.

Enjoy the journey.

Mimi from #SALT.

Sunday 05 Mood - Board :

Spring is coming back from her retreat – I missed her so much.

Spring is rhyming with multitudes – from rainy days to sunny days giving a taste of her stormy bigger sister, Summer.

I woke up from a nap and it felt like being eight years old on a Saturday morning watching cartoons in my daddy’s bed. I’m as rejuvenated as if I had a hydrafacial after hanging out at my favourite SPA (Le Jules César Hôtel, Arles.)

It’s what finding my purpose again looks like on me. Finally resting easily, letting my guard down, laughing with my chest so loud people want to keep a piece of me in their ears. My light showing again, in synchronicity with my most beloved Spring shedding the stagnant fog in the air.

I remember the day I accepted to live fully – I was fourteen and listening to Ludovico Einaudi ethereal piano music on my grandmother’s computer. I dreamed of England, luscious and green, to escape my burning South.

(Dreamed of all girls school, of breaking free from my skin.

Of escaping away, far away.

Escape is my bliss and my joy and a trap – as if my butterfly wings were caught by an invisible spider web.

Presence is the only remedy I found after years of research.)

Venus Days

Escape was everything to her

3 months ago · 1 like · 2 comments · Andrea Kasprzak

As seen on Venus Days. 💌

Vitamin Well water and a cigarette, Spring is full of contradictions :

5 Things I Romanticize Right Now :

My YouTube user experience
Writing poetry — being poetry at all times
Cooking for/with my grandmother
My faith in God
Waking early like a bird for work (5am)

Fleeting Moments :

Finding a job at my lowest ? An exploit I’m most capable of executing, than you may think. After months of research, selling my dreams to any business, I’ve finally landed a job within the hours range I fixed my mind on. Say hello to your new lobby receptionist ! Lent began and I felt a surge in my faith. I’m trying to adjust between the worlds I navigate in : Catholicism and the Witch path. Here is what I’m thinking about it : I believe in no Church but the Earth is my Church, I believe in no myths, but I follow Jesus’s lead.

I’m so happy to return home – to see my dad and his wife and enjoy mussels, to show up at my grandma’s and cook fondue leek for her, eating a bloody steak, enjoying a timid sun in between long rainy days.

My inspiration began to fade under my optimism for life, I was busy and my blog growing – not only because it’s good and a healthy pleasure (in contrast with a guilty pleasure) but with the help of my beloved Mimy's intervention. I invite you to read her latest post, and all of her blog if you’re in need of something juicy, fresh and unapologetically girlish. 💌

Where I Am, Where I Want to Be :

Our safe coastal zone is currently at 78 Substackers, and growing each day passing. My boyfriend is over the roof telling me #SALT will cumulate 100 followers by the end of March.

Bet ? 🧿

I think he’s crazy and delusional but it’s also good to be encouraged that much about my silly passion project. My little brother constantly asks me how many followers I have.

I’m almost a writer ! And I met a cool and inspiring lady writer at the tattoo shop of my favorite lady tattoo artist last time, while getting a new tattoo, giving me kind encouraging words and showing where I could be one day.

I want to earn my journalism degree, work as a freelance journalist for some papers, be a writer, own a house, I want to write stories that teenagers can enjoy, and also children’s ones. I want to collaborate with my creative friends and create a collective for #SALT.

I want to print my words. I want to master yoga’s art through a formation in Asia. I want to travel far once more, and have alone time to reflect and dive into my soul better. I want to listen to the world closely, and feel it in my bones. I want to enjoy a summer of carefree living, tanning at the beach with my friends, reading magazines and books, exchanging ideas and lazy sounds. I want to have the wardrobe of my dream, but I’m still experimenting with my personal style.

I want the world to fit into my palm.

Where I am right now ? Oh, I’m just a regular, not so regular 28 year old woman, identifying as a girl and a weeping mermaid and feeling she’s coming back at herself by her means. I’m a Southerner forever, and an Island lover. I’m living in a tiny flat and dreaming of a big house. I’m still managing to jungle between my many hats. I’m trying to be authentic and myself in front of a big crowd. I’m prideful and little and so big I take too much space at times. I trust in God’s grace, love, and redemption. I’m a writer. And one day, my words will be published and printed.

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Mimi Spring’s wishlist :

Top :

Cabas bag, Cherry Paris

Salomé's shoes, Jonak

Silk scarf, Galeries Lafayette

Bottom :

Cotton top, Dirndl

Western boots, ITO

Fleur Monoï, Le monde gourmand

E-bookshop, Gibert Joseph

The digital detox journey :

I wanted clarity, but first, I had to sit with the chaos. Logging off felt like stepping into a silence I’d been avoiding for a long time.

First, it was my insomnia’s best friend — X, the former Twitter. A platform so vast, I met at least six people (if not more) through it. Then Elon gutted the fun, the freedom of speech, leaving behind bots, incels, and women selling anything desirable : youth, services, a strong voice in a world that won’t always listen.

Then came TikTok, an app I never fully engaged with. Keeping it on my phone felt pointless. No strong opinions there, just a preference : I’d take YouTube over it any day.

Now, I’m debating my Facebook wall and Messenger. WhatsApp is enough for long distance connections. Meanwhile, Zuckerberg’s relentless ads are exhausting me.

I don’t pay for Netflix anymore. Even my beloved Disney+ got the cut, just not worth it.

I’m free, I do feel lighter. Or at least, I like to think so.

Ask me again in a few months !

(The #SALT girl isn’t here to chase likes or keep up with the algorithm, she’s too wild for that.

She posts when she wants, disappears when she feels like it, and lives for the moment, not the metrics.)

~ #SALT MANTRA OF THE DAY

Every post, every word, every interaction, #SALT grows with you, and so do I. Thank you for being here, for reading, for shaping this space with me.

It’s a joyful Sunday, one I’ll spend cooking and thrifting, wrapped in the quiet comfort of my grandmother’s countryside. A slow breath before the week begins.

Wishing you the same kind of softness before the rush. 💙