Hi Beth, I’m here on Substack because of you! I felt so inspired by your recommending this platform that I’ve joined today. Sharing the journey of finding joy again after the loss of my precious son to suicide (in the hope that it will bring healing to other parents) is my medicine. My first post is about what birthdays feel like when our child is no longer with us. Thank you for giving me the courage to write and post it xx
Hi Sister. I don’t know your name but I just joined this page and I also lost my son to suicide. I too want to share that joy is possible again. Glad you found it. It is possible! In love , Tes
Hi Tes, I’m Esther, so glad you’ve connected, and that you have found a way forward after your loss. Thanks for following me, I hope what I’m writing resonates with your own experiences. Sending love ❤️
Thank you Beth Kempton for your HUGELY helpful course on getting started on Substack. It’s giving me the inspiration and motivation to share my (many) thoughts. Would have loved to do your Ink + Flame course but diary didn’t allow for it. Hopefully you’ll run it again soon. Thank you so much again.
It's crazy wild- I already commented but I revisited my Substack about page and read what I wrote as my intentions of my Substack home it's so aligned with what you say here-
'I believe all of us have the medicine we need, and purpose in us already - all we have to do is remember and connect to our soul level truth. And this is the space to help you listen - gently, deeply and curiously. Welcome home.'
By the way, I've been loving the free course about Substack, in particular helping me reframe the concept of money & monetization, and shared it with my writing friends looking to get started on Substack. So grateful for your work Beth!
My podcast here is fast-moving to the top 5 listened-to podcasts. People are hungry for truth knowlege. Why have we gotten here? Who is responsible? What do they want?
My medicine is growing to love, accept and trust myself and helping my daughter to understand how the world teaches us to value others and silence our inner true selves. My dream is to create conversations that pull back the veil and shows the truth of our unique wonder. Create a space to share family and society stories that show how we use language to tame, control, limit and keep us in fear of our own heart and knowing. The medicine - the belief that language and stories can heal and lift up women across the world.
A ripple effect of your question, What is is the medicine you have for the world? ---- >> I've shared it with a couple clients in reiki sessions as a journaling prompt.
As for me & my medicine: I've contemplated your essay all week, opened my journal and the answer that poured out was both surprising to me & not surprising at all.
My medicine is wellness, self-care and listening to your body. My medicine is seeing "symptoms" as communication and knowing that we are out own best healers. I have found my point of view and path as a bodyworker & energy healer. I am now waking up to a desire to find my voice as them too. Thank you for your part in my inspiration to do so 💕
this question has rattled around my heart for a week or two, and I keep coming back to those words "today, this year, this lifetime" - because I can tell there is an incubation coming to an end, something that was beneath the soil is starting to peak through. Picturing it that way, I see this quiet, soft nourishing that I offer, and while I'm hopeful and happy for it to grow into a strong and gorgeous medicinal plant, I also love the fragile baby shoots barely poking above ground. I'm able to meet others with gentleness because of this tender point of growth. Thank you, Beth, for validating the quiet and the softness just as much as the lifetime dreams!
Over and over again you inspire me to keep moving forward in my writings. Over the last 3 years I have been listening, slowly moving. Even when I pause, I keep coming back. These words in me keep finding their way out and I am grateful for your words that have been the magnet. ❤️
In Irish, your dán (pr. dawn) means your gift, talent or poem. My dán is my words and the hope that they bring healing to another. Thank you Beth for helping me to see what has always been.
I love to name myself a walking trigger. I am walking medicine and I am gifting my vulnerability into teh world. I am sharing my softness, my emotionality and my tears. I am sharing humility, surrender and femininity in order to touch peoples hearts. We need open hearts more than ever and every wall around a closed heart can burst open once it resonates with a shared vulnerable human story.
I've thought long and hard about how to answer this question.
The vapour trails and babbling brooks, the twists of the maypole and the strands of wool caught on barbed wire fences that together pass for the hesitantly forming thoughts in my conscious have finally delivered something.
Inspired in large part by Max Porter's address at the Southbank Palestine Literary Festival, which is a tour de force of writing, authenticity, presence and sheer power (regardless of any position that might be held on the issue), I have come to understand that my medicine offering to the world is the same as the medicine I take for myself: to speak truth about being human - loudly and softly, seriously and with humour, with unconditional positive regard for my fellow humans (no matter how hard I must grit my teeth) and congruence in what I say and do.
I don't choose this because I want to cause a change. Not because I want to have a following. I have no attachment in this doing to any outcome.
I do this because it is the right action, the right thinking and the right words for me, here, in this moment, while I still have breath.
Excited to be part of your Substack.
Hi Beth, I’m here on Substack because of you! I felt so inspired by your recommending this platform that I’ve joined today. Sharing the journey of finding joy again after the loss of my precious son to suicide (in the hope that it will bring healing to other parents) is my medicine. My first post is about what birthdays feel like when our child is no longer with us. Thank you for giving me the courage to write and post it xx
Hi Sister. I don’t know your name but I just joined this page and I also lost my son to suicide. I too want to share that joy is possible again. Glad you found it. It is possible! In love , Tes
Hi Tes, I’m Esther, so glad you’ve connected, and that you have found a way forward after your loss. Thanks for following me, I hope what I’m writing resonates with your own experiences. Sending love ❤️
Thank you Beth Kempton for your HUGELY helpful course on getting started on Substack. It’s giving me the inspiration and motivation to share my (many) thoughts. Would have loved to do your Ink + Flame course but diary didn’t allow for it. Hopefully you’ll run it again soon. Thank you so much again.
It's crazy wild- I already commented but I revisited my Substack about page and read what I wrote as my intentions of my Substack home it's so aligned with what you say here-
'I believe all of us have the medicine we need, and purpose in us already - all we have to do is remember and connect to our soul level truth. And this is the space to help you listen - gently, deeply and curiously. Welcome home.'
By the way, I've been loving the free course about Substack, in particular helping me reframe the concept of money & monetization, and shared it with my writing friends looking to get started on Substack. So grateful for your work Beth!
My podcast here is fast-moving to the top 5 listened-to podcasts. People are hungry for truth knowlege. Why have we gotten here? Who is responsible? What do they want?
https://soberchristiangentlemanpodcast.substack.com/p/agenda-21-the-iron-mountain-report
Hi Beth I'm in your Write for love class and this is my first post!
My medicine is bringing understanding to difficult events through comedy.
My medicine is growing to love, accept and trust myself and helping my daughter to understand how the world teaches us to value others and silence our inner true selves. My dream is to create conversations that pull back the veil and shows the truth of our unique wonder. Create a space to share family and society stories that show how we use language to tame, control, limit and keep us in fear of our own heart and knowing. The medicine - the belief that language and stories can heal and lift up women across the world.
My medicine is overcoming the fear of rejection , accepting myself for who I am and sharing with others how I got to this point .
A ripple effect of your question, What is is the medicine you have for the world? ---- >> I've shared it with a couple clients in reiki sessions as a journaling prompt.
As for me & my medicine: I've contemplated your essay all week, opened my journal and the answer that poured out was both surprising to me & not surprising at all.
My medicine is wellness, self-care and listening to your body. My medicine is seeing "symptoms" as communication and knowing that we are out own best healers. I have found my point of view and path as a bodyworker & energy healer. I am now waking up to a desire to find my voice as them too. Thank you for your part in my inspiration to do so 💕
this question has rattled around my heart for a week or two, and I keep coming back to those words "today, this year, this lifetime" - because I can tell there is an incubation coming to an end, something that was beneath the soil is starting to peak through. Picturing it that way, I see this quiet, soft nourishing that I offer, and while I'm hopeful and happy for it to grow into a strong and gorgeous medicinal plant, I also love the fragile baby shoots barely poking above ground. I'm able to meet others with gentleness because of this tender point of growth. Thank you, Beth, for validating the quiet and the softness just as much as the lifetime dreams!
Over and over again you inspire me to keep moving forward in my writings. Over the last 3 years I have been listening, slowly moving. Even when I pause, I keep coming back. These words in me keep finding their way out and I am grateful for your words that have been the magnet. ❤️
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I can only offer a spoonful of authenticity, which I hope allows others to swallow their own medicine.
In Irish, your dán (pr. dawn) means your gift, talent or poem. My dán is my words and the hope that they bring healing to another. Thank you Beth for helping me to see what has always been.
I love to name myself a walking trigger. I am walking medicine and I am gifting my vulnerability into teh world. I am sharing my softness, my emotionality and my tears. I am sharing humility, surrender and femininity in order to touch peoples hearts. We need open hearts more than ever and every wall around a closed heart can burst open once it resonates with a shared vulnerable human story.
I've thought long and hard about how to answer this question.
The vapour trails and babbling brooks, the twists of the maypole and the strands of wool caught on barbed wire fences that together pass for the hesitantly forming thoughts in my conscious have finally delivered something.
Inspired in large part by Max Porter's address at the Southbank Palestine Literary Festival, which is a tour de force of writing, authenticity, presence and sheer power (regardless of any position that might be held on the issue), I have come to understand that my medicine offering to the world is the same as the medicine I take for myself: to speak truth about being human - loudly and softly, seriously and with humour, with unconditional positive regard for my fellow humans (no matter how hard I must grit my teeth) and congruence in what I say and do.
I don't choose this because I want to cause a change. Not because I want to have a following. I have no attachment in this doing to any outcome.
I do this because it is the right action, the right thinking and the right words for me, here, in this moment, while I still have breath.