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Emma Johnson

Content ~ Social Media ~ Design ~ Websites

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A wild life in words…

“Never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things -childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves - that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers.”
(Salman Rushdie)

I have been working in content for over twenty years.

Starting as a magazine editor in London in my twenties, before freelancing as a journalist, podcast producer and content creator, and then expanding into social media, websites and design.

In addition, I have been running womens’ circles and retreats for the past three years; more recently also training other women in running their own circles. This has given me a depth of experience in working with groups, trauma, mental health, holding space, online training, facilitation and coaching.

Over the past five years, I have increasigly specialised in holistic health, wellbeing, mental health, motherhood and lifestyle.

I have three children - a daughter and twin boys- and live in the beautiful Cotswolds with my husband, children, two cats, and a beautiful expanse of green hills all around me. I am grateful everyday that writing is a thread that runs through both my life and work.

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Circle tonight, a loving soft space to sink into. Couple of spaces left if you'd like to be there. If you've landed in your week feeling heavy or low, needing nurture, a place to share the load of the things we carry, a community of compassionate wom
I love this. The stories of others are the things that awaken truth within. They're what unlocks our hearts and reminds us that we are not alone. They are what connects us more deeply to the mythology of our lives and our lineage. Our stories deserve
Slow morning. Going gently with a tender heart. Today is always rough. Not just the absence of anywhere to send a card with heartfelt words, not just the posy of flowers from my garden that I take to a grave rather than the warm hands of my mother. N
A snapshot of future magic. Bluebells. Green shoots amongst the trees that, warmed by the sun in the coming days, will bloom into precious bluebells. 

Bluebells that (crossing everything) are going to be out when we gather in the woods a week from t
 
 

Emma Johnson | hello@emmajohnson.me | 07885503836 | @thewildcirclespace