About Soulsubsistence

I’m Sakina. I trade in words. I do ‘copy’ for websites, write course material for online colleges, and fiddle about with taglines for fun. I’ve got dreams of writing another novel one day, but there’s currently no space in my brain!

Soulsubsistence is my platform.

A place for honesty, thoughtfulness, and passion. Mindfulness too.

I’m a show-off, so I aim to entertain you, and give you something to think about –  a takeaway if you like.

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I’m interested in the news – and the truth; the effects and use of social media; crafts, art, and jewellery making; food; Socialism; spiritual stuff … and a host of randoms. There’s opinion aplenty, but it’s supposed to be well-researched and tightly written. We can hope. I’m sure the occasional rant will squeeze through.

If I can say one thing that means something real to one person out there one day, that’ll mean the blog was worth it.

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The Foodie About

We don’t just feed our bodies with fuel from the earth’s great bounty. We also feed them with man made rubbish, full of chemicals and pain. If not pain now, then pain in our futures. If not pain in our personal prospects, then pain for our world: the earth and her invisible inhabitants we don’t look to see.

If it isn’t covered in plastic, carried on a black polystyrene board and well-travelled, heat-treated and utterly divest of any natural bacteria, we don’t feel safe. But it is a paradox. We are the safest if what we eat is unmade and simple.

We don’t just feed our bodies. We feed our souls. If we feed our souls the brightly coloured, cellophaned hellbits*, they become addicted to the manufacturers’ dreams. One slice of freezedried, battered, frozen devilfood coming right up. There is only one way to go if your appetite takes your soul this way and down is a big part of that.

Heaven is the only way to go; and with that, hedonism. Glorious cream dishes, with bulghur on the side. Anchovies melted into garlicky, mushy onion, adorning pasta shells, followed by simple, stewed blueberries, glistening in the scant teaspoons of dissolved sugar. Life can be so much sweeter than anything an international chemical company can invent.

Don’t just subsist. Sustain your soul.

*Hellbits: that which if we knew what went into them, we wouldn’t feed the cat. Not even a mangy, stray ginger tom. Like kitbits but without the cute kitten commercials and added vitamins. Now with NEW freezedried chicken brains!

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