Bullying isn’t just a child’s play. It leaves deep wounds, even if they aren’t visible at first glance. And I know firsthand what it’s like to have to protect your own children. How do you recognize bullying? And why shouldn’t we be afraid to talk about it?
A story of two sisters who stopped comparing and started growing side by side… Both carry the name of the same father, and each fought for his love in her own way. When he left, they were left alone, each different, yet forever connected.
Sometimes we think everyone is watching… judging… That our body isn’t good enough for swimsuits, sunshine, or joy. But sometimes, it’s enough just to show up, with scars, extra pounds, doubts, and simply be at peace. Because the body that carries our story deserves care and calm, even at the pool.
I’m running. Because I know it. Because it protects. Because being seen hurts. But then there is silence. A woman who doesn’t speak unnecessarily, and I just sit there. For the first time, I have nowhere to run. And maybe… maybe I don’t even want to.
At first, I missed it. Then I was afraid and forgot what it was like. To touch. To be close. Until one day someone reached out a hand… and my skin remembered.
How many times have I thought, “I should have said no”? How many times have I gone along with something, agreed to things, even when every part of me was screaming inside? Maybe you know the feeling too. And maybe you’re also looking for a way to finally change it.
Sexuality is not a privilege of youth. It is not the domain of "perfect" bodies. It is a flame we were born with a gift of life, desire, vitality, passion and connection. And especially during the time when Beltine is celebrated, we are reminded that sexuality is deeply rooted in nature and in our bodies. It is a path back to ourselves. To love. To the energy that flows when we allow it to move freely.
There are pains that cannot be seen. You only sense that someone has been gathering shards of courage for a long time just to be able to trust again. In this story, you may recognize yourself – or someone you care about. Antonie tells you what happens when the heart no longer belongs to everyone.
Connecting with the Earth is one of the oldest ways to ground oneself—both literally and symbolically. Walking barefoot, whether on a forest path, over hot embers, or through morning dew, carries the ritual of returning to oneself. In many cultures, bare feet symbolize freedom, humility, and the courage to be in full contact with reality and one’s own body. This article is an invitation to a world where a step without shoes can be the first step toward healing, mindful living, and deep inner peace.