#therapy

Not going to write too much about it, because I’ve just started it, but what’s funny is that I can already blame it on communism. It was in those days that I was born, and because of the communism, my mom had to go back to work when I was only 3 months old. And when I say had to – it was mandatory. She was working 6 days a week. The mother – child bonding was interrupted when it was mostly needed, leaving me with this lack of attention and care that now gives me no option but to learn how to parent myself.

Give yourself love, you need it. No one else is going to be your parent, stop thinking it should be your partner. No partner, no problem. This journey’s going to be easy peasy! It’s not going to be a selfish one, but it is going to bring me back to myself.

Love to all of you out there looking for it!

J.L. Borges said it better, anyway:

“After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.”
Jorge Luis Borges

 

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Wild Forest

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My sister and I were born in the mystical, picturesque Transylvania, sometime between ’85 and the beginning of a new era for the Eastern Europe. Growing up surrounded by natural beauty, coloured by the 4 seasons year after year, while I myself was drawn to the magic of literature, her soul and hands were reaching for the fine, visual arts: drawing, painting, design, photography – going also towards a more practical genre, architecture. But she felt like something that has always been there, yet not fully explored – was missing. It was food!

Ana moved over to London in 2011 to continue her studies and to immerse herself into the magical world of plant based food. Part because of her health issues, part because of her own research in the matter, when juice bars and vegan restaurants were popping all over London, she began her training in cooking (for vegan cafes) and food photography (for her own blog), creating recipes that would amaze and inspire. I remember one time Deliciously Ella popped into the juice bar Ana was working and tried one of her raw brownies. The feedback was none other than “these are the best brownies in town!”, buying herself another one.

Ana returned to Romania with big plans and even bigger dreams. She started work on opening her own space for celebrating unique, wholesome food in the Romanian capital, but the road is still bumpy and now is facing a challenge. As a country of extreme bureaucracy, she and her fiance are struggling to create their vision of sharing healthy food. Follow their journey on Facebook  and on Wild Forest 

They need our support more than ever!

So I encourage you to go to HERE and share 😀 

XXX love you all

ca o pâine caldă: cu grâu modificat genetic şi cu amelioratori

nu prea ştiu cu ce să încep să mă povestesc azi. punct. într-o noapte am visat un individ ciudat, care-ar fi vrut să-mi scoată cuvinte pe gură, parcă. şi era aşa, foarte ciudat. eram într-o casă plină de străini şi mă întrebam în fiecare clipă oare cine e? oare cine e. dar îmi lipsea ceva. oamenii mă întrebau de ce de ce de ce nu mai mănânci carne. nu ştiam ce să le răspund. cineva din dreapta mea zbiera mai ducă-se dracului toţi dar eu nu ştiam. băteam dintr-un picior odată cu nişte lovituri de ciocan uriaş de deasupra mea, pe acoperiş. am aflat apoi regula de aur. Să nu spui niciodată nimanui de ce.

Dar nefiind adepta unei gandiri tari, câteodată mi se inmoaie genunchii şi cad în faţa celor care mă subestimează. Da, aşa sunt cum spui.

 

cum să recunoşti.. (2)

.. o migrenă matinală.

După visul dintre răsărit şi cântatul cocoşilor, spre exemplu. După coşmarul pe care nu vrei să ţi-l aminteşti pentru că te-ai smiorcăit ai alergat ai plâns şi ţi-ai găsit veşnica îndrăgostelă blondă sărutându-se cu vecina de peste drum. După cum, în vis, îţi spune tot felul de lucruri, mai ales că, în acelaşi vis, împărţiţi o bibliotecă plină de cărţi lucioase şi colorate şi când vă despărţiţi trebuie să divorţeze şi cărţile unele de altele.

Bine că totul se rezolvă cu o cafea în care scufundăm o aspirină şi un strop de lămâie. În viaţa reală, evident. În vis rămâneţi la fel.

Nu?

au pied de la lettre

tot am vrut să încerc să scriu ceva în legătură cu picioarele literelor şi tot n-am reuşit. pe de altă parte, sora mea e de părere că eu nu sunt sinceră cu mine şi cu universul meu când scriu, aşa că ar trebui să mă las de scris. ea zice că eu nu m-am descoperit şi nu m-am inventat şi nu trăiesc în conformitate cu universul meu. dar care o fi universul meu, mă întreb şi eu… “te cunosc”. ce bine! dar chiar, să nu mai scriu deloc? să nu mai scriu nimic?

sa ne facem si reclama

Poate nu ştiţi, eu cu Andra, o minunată prietenă încă din anii de liceu, ne-am apucat (pentru că ne e dor de copilărie) de negustorit cărţi, postcards, cercei din lut,  mărgeluţe şi alte minuni – aici, într-o piaţă virtuală de pureci, un flea market wanna be : Marche aux puces !

Aruncaţi un ochi, doi şi nu plecaţi cu mâinile goale 😀