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You Don’t Need Fixing
Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash Radical acceptance for compulsive fixers If, like me, you are a compulsive fixer of all the things that seem to be wrong around you and with or within yourself, you might want to read this. Your mind is wired to scan for danger. It wants to keep you safe, and that makes perfect sense.
Not the Dark Night of the Soul
It's okay to feel sad. You will not stay sad forever. Sad is not who you are. Feelings are not fixed truths. They are temporary states. Fleeting butterfly wings. Barely visible. Split seconds of magic and movement and mystery. How could you ever attach to that, or think you might become that? That which can never be pinned down, defined, or understood with the mind. Today I'm not writing to make sense of things, for a change. This is just what wants to come out.
Lingering in the Aftermath
The earthquake that took place in Vrancea, Romania, on March 4, 1977 was one of the worst disasters of the 1970s worldwide. It claimed 1,578 lives and injured an additional 11,321, with 90% of the fatalities in the capital city, Bucharest. I was born in 1981, so at the time of this disaster, I was just the tiniest speck of light orbiting my parents, waiting patiently to be welcomed into my human vessel.
Down the Spiralled Path
Put one step in front of the other. Look around. The trees dance in the summer wind. A man walks two dogs while smoking what smells like a fresh joint. A cyclist whizzes past, reggae spilling from his portable speaker. A squirrel leaps about like a furry yo-yo. A baby in a pram sucks its left thumb noisily. A plane drifts high above against the bluest of skies. As you walk, you can feel the pain in your chest slowly subsiding and your breath finally returning to normal.
Where Hearts Go to Flush
Press enter or click to view image in full size On the Things We Lose, Rescue, and Wear Again Today I dropped my heart in the toilet. Mid-flush, foam rising in a pretty swirl, noisy gurgling coming to a climax then fading into dull white noise. It all took no time at all, right before my very eyes. When I realised what had happened, I stared into the white bowl for what felt like an eternity.
Inside the Cocoon
Learning to listen to myself in a world that won’t stop talking “I’m learning to listen to my body.” I heard my partner say the other day. His words triggered the rant below. I spend my days listening to others. I listen to my students and respond to their needs. I listen to my trainees, who are learning to listen to their students so that they can respond to their needs.
On Listening, Balancing, and Becoming
“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss — an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. — is sure to be noticed.” — Søren Kierkegaard I must’ve been in my teens when I first read Kierkegaard. My mum had collected so many books over the years that sometimes our house felt like a library no one visited anymore.
Writing Through the Pain
The publication for writers and readers to create and read amazing content Follow publication How a Blank Page Became My Safe Space Years ago, I went to a yoga class. The instructor was very keen to show off their skill, and I soon got lost in the myriad of postures and asanas we were practising. I remember the pain my body endured during those fifty minutes with startling clarity — even after all these years. The experience almost put me off yoga altogether.
The Silence of the Dips
One Table, One World is a place for people from contrasting cultural backgrounds to meet, to laugh, to cook, to heal and most of all to share the stories of their unique journeys from all over the world. Come sit with us. Follow publication FOOD|WRITING|CULTURE A story about how eating baba ghanoush became an act of rebellion The woman sitting next to me on the train opened the tub of baba ghanoush with a sharp move. I feared its contents would spill onto the already sticky floor.
How I Found My Voice Through Colour
Illuminati is a publication for new and ambitious writers to publish their articles. If you love the publication and wanna contribute to it so here you can buy me a cup of coffee ☕️ Follow publication A childhood art competition I never meant to enter became the moment I truly discovered myself. “Painting does something to your soul that nothing else can. It’s visceral and immediate.” — Noah Davis When I was nine, my mum took me to an art competition without telling me what it really was.
The Aliveness of Doing Nothing
Today is the 1st of May and all I want is to do nothing. Who decided that work should take up most of our time? Where did I learn that being busy equals being alive? It’s easy to use it as an excuse. Busyness. These days we escape into productivity, calendar blocking and perpetual self-improvement. Everything can be turned into Instagram-able content — making your bed, taking a shower, fixing yourself a cereal bowl. Today I want to lose myself into boredom. It’s OK to be lazy, I try to tell myself.
The Confession of a Life-long Abuser
I am an English teacher. I live in an English-speaking country. I think, dream, read, write and love in English. They say English is not my first language. I wasn’t born to English-speaking parents. That much is true. My mum can barely speak a few words of English and my dad passed away before he even had a chance to study it. Mum only come to visit me in London once since I moved here 15 years ago. I know I’m a different person when I speak to her in my native Romanian. I can feel it in my bones.
Our Art is Sacred
Photo by LinkedIn Sales Solutions on Unsplash Alex Anton · Follow 2 min read · -- Here’s an unpopular opinion. The act of creating is a deeply sacred one. When making art we bring forward the unseen and make it palpable. That is as close to performing a miracle as one can get. So, as creators, authors, makers of all things we have a duty to treat the process of creation with utmost care. Like a precious new-born, the artwork needs us to nurture it and care for it in all possible ways.
Ode to Casual Magic
Photo by author Alex Anton · Follow 3 min read · -- It’s funny how we’ve all been waiting for the same things to happen in order to be happy. The milestones. The anniversaries. The massive weight loss. The deadlines. The weddings and christenings. A solo holiday to an exotic place. An ecstatic dance retreat in Peru. A promotion. Retirement. Running a third half marathon in a row without collapsing. Having a ring put on your finger. Finally getting that divorce done and dusted. Fixing your gapped teeth.
Please Be Patient with Me
Photo by INFINITY LOOPS on Unsplash Alex Anton · Follow 2 min read · -- She looked straight at me. A clear-cut look. Full eye contact, zero hesitation. Her gaze felt like a firm handshake. Not the limp, lukewarm, slightly sweaty kind that leaves you rather discombobulated. But the bold, ‘I know who I am,’ no-nonsense, reassuring kind. I made an effort not to avert my eyes. It’s great when you can match a confident handshake with a similar level of intensity, I thought to myself.
The High Sensitivity Paradox
Picture and art by the author Alex Anton · Follow 3 min read · -- What’s it like to feel too much? How does one put into words something that is impossible to capture like the giggling sensation that you feel when you think about a shared joke between you and a loved one?
The Daydreaming Diary Part 1
The Daydreaming Diary Part 1 I am an avid window shopper, a lazy browser, a detective looking for clues where there are none, preferably with an invisible magnifying glass. Bookshops are my go-to places for my oh so guilty pleasure. I stare at covers with greedy eyes, taking in all the details. The unusual font choices, the pastels contrasting with the neon bright yellows and greens, the beautiful names I won’t even dare pronouncing. Beyond the cover lies what I’m really interested in.
The most spectacular castles on Earth, ranked
Peter Moore 30 September 2026 Often built by nobility and almost always set in dramatic locations, it should come as no surprise that castles are among the most impressive buildings on Earth. They were designed to project wealth and power, and in most cases no expense was spared in building them. In our opinion, these are the most beautiful castles in the world. Click through this gallery to see how we've ranked them... 30.
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