Emmie 🥺🥺🥺 your poetry. From 2014 to now. It touches a part of my heart that I can’t even put words to, and I’m a writer.
I’ve been writing here on Substack since May 2023, thanks to the example you and a few others had set. I don’t regret it one bit. Like you, words have been my one constant companion my entire life. Writing has been the one skill I’ve carried with me through all the career changes (founder, empathy trainer, now astrologer), and I couldn’t be more grateful for it 💗
I want to strike a better balance between “writing a newsletter” and writing from the heart. That’s my commitment for 2024. Thank you for inspiring me 🥹
So much love to you and everyone here. Here’s to letting our words take up space, always Xx
You are such an inspiration to me as a writer! I have slowly been sharing some pieces of my writing here on substack after many, many years being so shy and fearful. I can’t wait for Just Write! 🥰
I remember talking to you about my reluctance to write and you laughed, "I know" you said to my "I feel so icky writing just for the sake of writing". I'm so very logical and very introspective, but I couldn't quite put together the connection between seeing my words looking back at me and my disease to please fever. my words were not important because everyone else's were prioritised. Hard truth to swallow but thank you therapy.
Over three years ago I started to write lists of things, those sounded way more fun than "Where do you see yourself in 5 years? What aspects of your life would you like to improve?". Blessings already received was the initiation practice that took me to my temple pillars. I remember imagining those beautiful Greek Temple pillars sustaining a magnificent work of art when we did our Human Design course. I felt beautiful and seen when we did that in a late Thursday evening. Sleep-deprived with a 6-month-old baby.
Writing to enjoy the moment as a ritual has completely changed the way I see my words looking back. Even if they are not "complete", "finished", "elegant", or "coherent", I find magic in being there, with the ink, in the paper, in the music I play, in the incense, in sitting with the practice.
It's like eating slowly a croissant like a French lady savouring the butter, the dough, and the HOURS it took for it to be so delicious, with Blue Moon by Billie Holiday in the background. It doesn't mean that I always eat the croissant the FRENCH way, cuz...we're all savages at some point but man, when I show up to the practice, and I look back, it's the dewy feeling of a gentle lavender cream in your face. How did I get to this point where looking back at my words makes me proud, just for showing up for myself, it energises me, it's life-altering, it's brutal, and it's simple and complex living.
😍😍😍😍this is so good! Wow! Screen-shotted so many gems of wisdom and beautiful iterations of them. It all adds up and we can’t ever know how and that’s the beauty of it
Emmie, I’ve come back to this so many times now, your writing is medicine for the soul 💕 I absolutely love your insight that you wrote your business into existence! I honestly feel the spirit of TDR Studio so much in the exquisitely beautiful poem you shared (and that title!). And I’m learning to savour the beauty of experiencing what you described - that our writing and our art pull the most incredible friendships to us over time 🥲 Thank you for being my biggest inspiration for sharing my long form writing on Substack ✨✨ so much love to you and The Deep Rest Salon!
this is SO GOOD. why are all writers obsessed with writing about writing 😂 (calling myself out here haha)
hahahaha SO TRUE!
such a beautiful piece! Your are such an inspiration Emmie. by being relatable, authentic and sharing straight from the heart 💕
Emmie 🥺🥺🥺 your poetry. From 2014 to now. It touches a part of my heart that I can’t even put words to, and I’m a writer.
I’ve been writing here on Substack since May 2023, thanks to the example you and a few others had set. I don’t regret it one bit. Like you, words have been my one constant companion my entire life. Writing has been the one skill I’ve carried with me through all the career changes (founder, empathy trainer, now astrologer), and I couldn’t be more grateful for it 💗
I want to strike a better balance between “writing a newsletter” and writing from the heart. That’s my commitment for 2024. Thank you for inspiring me 🥹
So much love to you and everyone here. Here’s to letting our words take up space, always Xx
You are such an inspiration to me as a writer! I have slowly been sharing some pieces of my writing here on substack after many, many years being so shy and fearful. I can’t wait for Just Write! 🥰
I remember talking to you about my reluctance to write and you laughed, "I know" you said to my "I feel so icky writing just for the sake of writing". I'm so very logical and very introspective, but I couldn't quite put together the connection between seeing my words looking back at me and my disease to please fever. my words were not important because everyone else's were prioritised. Hard truth to swallow but thank you therapy.
Over three years ago I started to write lists of things, those sounded way more fun than "Where do you see yourself in 5 years? What aspects of your life would you like to improve?". Blessings already received was the initiation practice that took me to my temple pillars. I remember imagining those beautiful Greek Temple pillars sustaining a magnificent work of art when we did our Human Design course. I felt beautiful and seen when we did that in a late Thursday evening. Sleep-deprived with a 6-month-old baby.
Writing to enjoy the moment as a ritual has completely changed the way I see my words looking back. Even if they are not "complete", "finished", "elegant", or "coherent", I find magic in being there, with the ink, in the paper, in the music I play, in the incense, in sitting with the practice.
It's like eating slowly a croissant like a French lady savouring the butter, the dough, and the HOURS it took for it to be so delicious, with Blue Moon by Billie Holiday in the background. It doesn't mean that I always eat the croissant the FRENCH way, cuz...we're all savages at some point but man, when I show up to the practice, and I look back, it's the dewy feeling of a gentle lavender cream in your face. How did I get to this point where looking back at my words makes me proud, just for showing up for myself, it energises me, it's life-altering, it's brutal, and it's simple and complex living.
😍😍😍😍this is so good! Wow! Screen-shotted so many gems of wisdom and beautiful iterations of them. It all adds up and we can’t ever know how and that’s the beauty of it
Emmie, I’ve come back to this so many times now, your writing is medicine for the soul 💕 I absolutely love your insight that you wrote your business into existence! I honestly feel the spirit of TDR Studio so much in the exquisitely beautiful poem you shared (and that title!). And I’m learning to savour the beauty of experiencing what you described - that our writing and our art pull the most incredible friendships to us over time 🥲 Thank you for being my biggest inspiration for sharing my long form writing on Substack ✨✨ so much love to you and The Deep Rest Salon!