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August 12, 2024

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Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - "They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess" 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - "They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess" 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Over the last 11 years, I have self-taped in campervans too small to stand in, hotel room toilets, mice infested huts and national parks with nothing but a set of sheets dangling over my car door whilst hikers gleefully walked past. I've taped with siblings, partners, strangers, friends and even alone with nothing but my own voice recorded back at me.. asking me out. Ive had 12 hour turn arounds to learn 24-minute-long scenes and packed up my life faster than you can apply for a visa. Break up scenes, court cases, martial arts demonstrations, hens nights, murder, being murdered, proposals, drug addict, and royal romances are a regular cloaks I don whilst I juggle my own life, bills, house-moves, lockdowns and celebrations.

And I love it.

Here's to the countless hours of craft honing we are all doing as actors. To the work few will ever see 📽 🤍 how good.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Friday vibe check.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 32. Every year is a jump. But this one kicks. This year I drove across the entirety of Australia twice. Once solo. I learnt that friendships without conditions are like oxygen. They're fundamental to existence. Realized you can get used to anything, so be deliberate in your choices. Like playing music in front of people. Therapy and meditation are the frontline defenses, not medication. A mid-day dance off with Liz in the kitchen is never time wasted. Needing and being needed is fab. You have to be as willing to be kind to yourself, as you are to others or it doesn't count. It depletes. And that we are mostly, if not entirely, made up of stories. Our job is to challenge each one to the death if they would like to remain. Actual magic lies here.
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This time last year I was sick & asleep on a couch in Perth. And here I am, back in Europe writing from secret Giardinos somewhere in Tuscany and hugging tight old friends in Southbank, nestled in contented silence from a last minute decision. Change is the one thing we can bet on.
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Boom. Let's go for another round then.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Set life. Sometimes it's glam sunrises by the sea. Sometimes it's not. Both made better by @makeupartistladyko

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - This time last year we were pouring everything we had into this story in a little town called Tilba Tilba. And now she's all grown and winning awards 🍾 Congrats to our team and thanks @cannesworldfilmfestival for the win!
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@fays113 @slinkystyle @willowspeers @julienmarchal @ladzukradek @screenaustralia @jizz_oz

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Throwback to my nomad days. There's a version of me still wandering up North somewhere. I should really go check in on her🚶🏼‍♀️

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Likes to nap.
Can wear a cardboard box.
Doesnt care that name is spelt wrong if called Princess.
Later will be carried to car, then bed with little to no effort.
5yr old me is still my idol.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Film dump @ U.S of A

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - Some heart things of late 🕊

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel Instagram - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

Emilie Cocquerel - 1.1K Likes - "They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess" 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x

1.1K Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : “They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess” 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x
Likes : 1112

Emilie Cocquerel - 1.1K Likes - "They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess" 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x

1.1K Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : “They’re a part of every memory I have of learning about the world. We share history, DNA, ancestry and futures. And somehow, I still only know parts of them. We’re total individuals and then infinitesimally bonded. It’s pretty special I guess” 🖤 thank you @russhmagazine and @cartier for letting us try put into words what it is to be sisters. Link in bio x
Likes : 1112

Emilie Cocquerel - 842 Likes - Over the last 11 years, I have self-taped in campervans too small to stand in, hotel room toilets, mice infested huts and national parks with nothing but a set of sheets dangling over my car door whilst hikers gleefully walked past. I've taped with siblings, partners, strangers, friends and even alone with nothing but my own voice recorded back at me.. asking me out. Ive had 12 hour turn arounds to learn 24-minute-long scenes and packed up my life faster than you can apply for a visa. Break up scenes, court cases, martial arts demonstrations, hens nights, murder, being murdered, proposals, drug addict, and royal romances are a regular cloaks I don whilst I juggle my own life, bills, house-moves, lockdowns and celebrations.

And I love it.

Here's to the countless hours of craft honing we are all doing as actors. To the work few will ever see 📽 🤍 how good.

842 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Over the last 11 years, I have self-taped in campervans too small to stand in, hotel room toilets, mice infested huts and national parks with nothing but a set of sheets dangling over my car door whilst hikers gleefully walked past. I’ve taped with siblings, partners, strangers, friends and even alone with nothing but my own voice recorded back at me.. asking me out. Ive had 12 hour turn arounds to learn 24-minute-long scenes and packed up my life faster than you can apply for a visa. Break up scenes, court cases, martial arts demonstrations, hens nights, murder, being murdered, proposals, drug addict, and royal romances are a regular cloaks I don whilst I juggle my own life, bills, house-moves, lockdowns and celebrations. And I love it. Here’s to the countless hours of craft honing we are all doing as actors. To the work few will ever see 📽 🤍 how good.
Likes : 842

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 740 Likes - Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉

740 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Nothin like a Valentine’s Day to celebrate our (not-so) baby sis. 👭@annacocquerel you give us all the reason to celebrate 🎉
Likes : 740

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 530 Likes - It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫

530 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : It was the week before mayhem and.. 💫
Likes : 530

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 522 Likes - All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.

522 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : All the colours of the lens cap. From an unknown flooded rest stop in SA to the one time @thomascocquerel has looked little to me. 23’ had some pearlers.
Likes : 522

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 514 Likes - Friday vibe check.

514 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Friday vibe check.
Likes : 514

Emilie Cocquerel - 495 Likes - 32. Every year is a jump. But this one kicks. This year I drove across the entirety of Australia twice. Once solo. I learnt that friendships without conditions are like oxygen. They're fundamental to existence. Realized you can get used to anything, so be deliberate in your choices. Like playing music in front of people. Therapy and meditation are the frontline defenses, not medication. A mid-day dance off with Liz in the kitchen is never time wasted. Needing and being needed is fab. You have to be as willing to be kind to yourself, as you are to others or it doesn't count. It depletes. And that we are mostly, if not entirely, made up of stories. Our job is to challenge each one to the death if they would like to remain. Actual magic lies here.
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This time last year I was sick & asleep on a couch in Perth. And here I am, back in Europe writing from secret Giardinos somewhere in Tuscany and hugging tight old friends in Southbank, nestled in contented silence from a last minute decision. Change is the one thing we can bet on.
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Boom. Let's go for another round then.

495 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : 32. Every year is a jump. But this one kicks. This year I drove across the entirety of Australia twice. Once solo. I learnt that friendships without conditions are like oxygen. They’re fundamental to existence. Realized you can get used to anything, so be deliberate in your choices. Like playing music in front of people. Therapy and meditation are the frontline defenses, not medication. A mid-day dance off with Liz in the kitchen is never time wasted. Needing and being needed is fab. You have to be as willing to be kind to yourself, as you are to others or it doesn’t count. It depletes. And that we are mostly, if not entirely, made up of stories. Our job is to challenge each one to the death if they would like to remain. Actual magic lies here. —– This time last year I was sick & asleep on a couch in Perth. And here I am, back in Europe writing from secret Giardinos somewhere in Tuscany and hugging tight old friends in Southbank, nestled in contented silence from a last minute decision. Change is the one thing we can bet on. . Boom. Let’s go for another round then.
Likes : 495

Emilie Cocquerel - 431 Likes - Set life. Sometimes it's glam sunrises by the sea. Sometimes it's not. Both made better by @makeupartistladyko

431 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Set life. Sometimes it’s glam sunrises by the sea. Sometimes it’s not. Both made better by @makeupartistladyko
Likes : 431

Emilie Cocquerel - 387 Likes - This time last year we were pouring everything we had into this story in a little town called Tilba Tilba. And now she's all grown and winning awards 🍾 Congrats to our team and thanks @cannesworldfilmfestival for the win!
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@fays113 @slinkystyle @willowspeers @julienmarchal @ladzukradek @screenaustralia @jizz_oz

387 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : This time last year we were pouring everything we had into this story in a little town called Tilba Tilba. And now she’s all grown and winning awards 🍾 Congrats to our team and thanks @cannesworldfilmfestival for the win! . @fays113 @slinkystyle @willowspeers @julienmarchal @ladzukradek @screenaustralia @jizz_oz
Likes : 387

Emilie Cocquerel - 385 Likes - Throwback to my nomad days. There's a version of me still wandering up North somewhere. I should really go check in on her🚶🏼‍♀️

385 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Throwback to my nomad days. There’s a version of me still wandering up North somewhere. I should really go check in on her🚶🏼‍♀️
Likes : 385

Emilie Cocquerel - 382 Likes - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

382 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Well that was a bit lovely 🖤 Dressed by @saloondesignhouse Jewellery @studio_elke Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle
Likes : 382

Emilie Cocquerel - 382 Likes - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

382 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Well that was a bit lovely 🖤 Dressed by @saloondesignhouse Jewellery @studio_elke Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle
Likes : 382

Emilie Cocquerel - 382 Likes - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

382 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Well that was a bit lovely 🖤 Dressed by @saloondesignhouse Jewellery @studio_elke Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle
Likes : 382

Emilie Cocquerel - 382 Likes - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

382 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Well that was a bit lovely 🖤 Dressed by @saloondesignhouse Jewellery @studio_elke Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle
Likes : 382

Emilie Cocquerel - 382 Likes - Well that was a bit lovely 🖤

Dressed by @saloondesignhouse
Jewellery @studio_elke
Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle

382 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Well that was a bit lovely 🖤 Dressed by @saloondesignhouse Jewellery @studio_elke Supported by too many to count 🙏@mothermountainmovie @fays113 @willowspeers @slinkystyle
Likes : 382

Emilie Cocquerel - 373 Likes - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

373 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you’re sea-sick! 📸 @allanspics @grisha.123
Likes : 373

Emilie Cocquerel - 373 Likes - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

373 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you’re sea-sick! 📸 @allanspics @grisha.123
Likes : 373

Emilie Cocquerel - 373 Likes - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

373 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you’re sea-sick! 📸 @allanspics @grisha.123
Likes : 373

Emilie Cocquerel - 373 Likes - Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you're sea-sick!

📸 @allanspics
@grisha.123

373 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Acting is a bit of a strange profession. Trying to put words to it with your audience though is surprisingly delicious. Thanks @visionsplendidfilmfest for the wicked questions and allowing me to muse on all things mental health, sex scenes, trauma based roles and acting when you’re sea-sick! 📸 @allanspics @grisha.123
Likes : 373

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 363 Likes - Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.

363 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Turns out, the last couple months were dappled in gold honey coated moments despite my unconscious commitment to a negativity bias. Remember to check your camera roll.
Likes : 363

Emilie Cocquerel - 302 Likes - Likes to nap.
Can wear a cardboard box.
Doesnt care that name is spelt wrong if called Princess.
Later will be carried to car, then bed with little to no effort.
5yr old me is still my idol.

302 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Likes to nap. Can wear a cardboard box. Doesnt care that name is spelt wrong if called Princess. Later will be carried to car, then bed with little to no effort. 5yr old me is still my idol.
Likes : 302

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 281 Likes - Film dump @ U.S of A

281 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Film dump @ U.S of A
Likes : 281

Emilie Cocquerel - 277 Likes - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

277 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 277 Likes - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

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Caption : 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 277 Likes - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

277 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 277 Likes - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

277 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 277 Likes - 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time - and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it.
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Old diary entry - Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.

277 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : 17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 272 Likes - Some heart things of late 🕊

272 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : Some heart things of late 🕊
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Emilie Cocquerel - 253 Likes - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

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Caption : BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 253 Likes - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

253 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 253 Likes - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

253 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 253 Likes - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

253 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.
Likes : 253

Emilie Cocquerel - 253 Likes - BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.

253 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : BTS on Mother Mountain. Perfecting the art of dancing or napping between scenes.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

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Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

244 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

244 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

244 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

244 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

244 Likes – Emilie Cocquerel Instagram

Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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Emilie Cocquerel - 244 Likes - The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon.
I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus.
“How do I keep it?”, I asked her.
Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”.
“No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”.
She responded with the answer I wanted the least.
“Just one hour - twice a day”.
As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan.
—-
My friends, followers, countrymen,
I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat.
—
Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.

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Caption : The quiet out here. I clutch at it. I want to bottle it up and keep it with me forever. But I know that the quiet of each acreage I have slept on during this trip is not mine to hoard but borrow and wear like a coat I must give back. I know because every place I have stayed has loaned me a different texture of quiet. And you soon learn that quiet can have as many flavours as wines or types of fruit. More probably. And they are all fleeting. By its very nature, no matter what life I lead, the moment of quiet will always be fleeting. All of life is borrowed. So don’t clutch. Let it come. Leave. And come back again soon. I am reminded of the last day at a Vipassana retreat. I observed ten days of noble silence, with nine hours of meditation a day. It was the hardest, most beautiful thing I’d ever done. I sat opposite my meditation teacher, Susan, on my final day. I was crying again. I cried so much in that ten days I learnt how to cry and meditate concurrently. Zen Pro Plus. “How do I keep it?”, I asked her. Confused she looked at me “the Practice?”. “No, the peace. This feeling. The quiet that I have found”. She responded with the answer I wanted the least. “Just one hour – twice a day”. As if internal peace was a sourdough bread recipe, and not the making of de-identifying from every aspect of your life. Undoing stitches in my mind’s eye of fabrics I had been wearing since birth. Righto Susan. —- My friends, followers, countrymen, I am doing my second round of teacher training. I can’t wait to step into this world with anyone even remotely curious. I vow not to make meditation a place of woo woo magic or for only the blessed few who have ‘time’. I believe meditation should be reserved for absolutely everyone. As we all have a basic human right to sit with ourselves and simply be. Treasures lie here. If you hold any curiosity to deepen your relationship with yourself, your sleep, your loved ones, or make some small space for quiet – I’d love to sit beside you at some point. Have a chat. — Susan was right by the way. You can take it with you. Twice a day, in fact.
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