Chantal Christie
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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How to Empower Your Writing
“The morning pages will teach you to stop judging and just let yourself write. So what if you’re tired, crabby, distracted, stressed? Your artist is a child, and it needs to be fed. Morning pages feed your artist child. So write your morning pages.” ― Julia Cameron
By Chantal Christieabout a month ago in Writers
I Love You to the Moon and Back
I recall those Valentine’s Days when I was single — there were many — where I felt that sting of loneliness and a sense of FOMO. During those years, I believed being adored by a man would help me validate my worth, without the comprehension that I needed to honour myself too.
By Chantal Christie2 months ago in Humans
When True Love Never Questions Your Soul. Top Story - February 2026.
“And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.” — Sarah Kay’s Poem — If I Should Have a Daughter
By Chantal Christie2 months ago in Humans
Look, Mummy, There’s an Aeroplane up in the Sky
“Throughout his life, Albert Einstein would retain the intuition and the awe of a child. He never lost his sense of wonder at the magic of nature's phenomena-magnetic fields, gravity, inertia, acceleration, light beams-which grown-ups find so commonplace. He retained the ability to hold two thoughts in his mind simultaneously, to be puzzled when they conflicted, and to marvel when he could smell an underlying unity. "People like you and me never grow old," he wrote a friend later in life. "We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.” ― Walter Isaacson
By Chantal Christie2 months ago in Poets
The Reality of the Illusion of Time
Recently, as I strolled along the short stretch to my strength training session, I aimlessly took in the row of tatty shops and shabby buildings along the route and passed an off-street, in which one of my sisters used to live, around thirteen years ago.
By Chantal Christie2 months ago in Earth
The Day My Writing Practice Took a Slight Detour
I feel fortunate in life to live just a couple of blocks up from the beach. The beach is my happy place. Some days, and even more so when the weather is beautiful, I will push myself to take a slow walk down and sit and practise some of my writing exercises. And when I say: push myself, I’m embarrassed this may come across as taking where I live for granted or even laziness. But truthfully, it’s more about my procrastination.
By Chantal Christie2 months ago in Writers
