105 episodes

Songwriter and author Charlotte Eriksson -- The Glass Child -- lets you in behind the glass. Raw and honest conversations, essays, spoken poetry and journals exploring the subjects of growing up, change, loneliness, living as a nomad, missing people, loving people. How to live with uncertainty. What is home? What is anxiety? What is happiness?

”I wanted to turn my life into my art. My very existence into a poem. This is my story — it might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.”

Website: http://www.CharlotteEriksson.com
Instagram: @justaglasschild
contact@charlotteeriksson.com

Behind The Glass with Charlotte Eriksson The Glass Child

    • Arts
    • 5.0 • 30 Ratings

Songwriter and author Charlotte Eriksson -- The Glass Child -- lets you in behind the glass. Raw and honest conversations, essays, spoken poetry and journals exploring the subjects of growing up, change, loneliness, living as a nomad, missing people, loving people. How to live with uncertainty. What is home? What is anxiety? What is happiness?

”I wanted to turn my life into my art. My very existence into a poem. This is my story — it might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.”

Website: http://www.CharlotteEriksson.com
Instagram: @justaglasschild
contact@charlotteeriksson.com

    My new life in Portugal > the art of starting over

    My new life in Portugal > the art of starting over

    I'm back ♡ I missed talking to you! I sold all my belongings and moved to Portugal. To start over, once more. Let's chat about it. Life is weird and strange and uncertain and absolutely wonderful.



    DM me your thoughts and stories on IG: @justaglasschild

    Find all my books and music and links at www.CharlotteEriksson.com



    “What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”― Jack Kerouac

    • 38 min
    People say there is sadness in my eyes

    People say there is sadness in my eyes

    A writing from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself ♡



    They say you can trace a person’s history, hidden emotions and
    unhealed scars in their appearance. How you act, how you walk, how
    you laugh. Do you have a broken heart? It shows. Are you in love? It
    shows.


    They say bad skin reveals stress or anxiety. Do you blink a lot or do
    you keep a steady gaze during a conversation? Do you talk clearly
    with strong support from your stomach, or do you speak quietly
    and fast, running over your words? Have you ever tried not to eat,
    just to keep some sort of focus? Sad people either sleep a lot or not
    at all.


    I often wonder what people see when they look at me. What energy
    do I send out? Do I look happy? Do I look sad? Do I look friendly?
    Do I look like someone you'd want to hang out with? Do I look like
    someone you could like?


    Do I look insecure, or like I'm strong and sure, a role model to
    follow? Do I look like someone who threw my fist into a mirror
    because I simply saw myself in there and couldn't stand the thought
    of it?


    People say there is sadness in my eyes but the sadness sits in my
    chest so I wonder what it is they see in my eyes.

    • 4 min
    Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness [Book Excerpt]

    Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness [Book Excerpt]

    An excerpt from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself.

    Pick up a signed copy of my book in my store here, or find it on Amazon ♡



    They tell me I have an interesting life. Going places, seeing people,
    and I shrug my shoulders as I pour another drink,
    sitting lonely on my floor in my empty room, another Sunday, in
    another city, like I’ve done so many times for so many years and they
    tell me I’m lucky and should be grateful. And yes, I am grateful. I
    was grateful walking lonely through a freezing Berlin on Christmas
    Eve last year
    and I was grateful as I lied about my name and job and age to
    everyone I met and meet
    and if you seek the papers where I’ve been the last years you will
    find nothing. Or at best, or worst, a spread-out girl leaving small traces here and there, covering it up with different states of mind
    or jobs
    or name
    and there was a time they said I would go places.


    I would go places, they said, once,
    way back when.
    And this is what I think of as I’m sitting lonely on the train home
    from another night of beautiful people, welcoming me into their
    homes with open arms. I played some songs and they hugged me
    like I’ve never been hugged before,
    by anyone who knows me,
    and they told me “thank you” and “I love you”
    and hugged me again, like I’ve never been hugged
    by anyone who knows me,
    and they were grateful. For me. And so was I. For them.


    Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness I will
    never figure out.

    • 3 min
    Random thoughts on art and social media from the country side 🌱

    Random thoughts on art and social media from the country side 🌱

    Come find me www.CharlotteEriksson.com 💭

    • 18 min
    I have no cares in the world [Book Excerpt]

    I have no cares in the world [Book Excerpt]

    This is a writing from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself 🌱



    "Youthful days are treasures and it has nothing to do with age.

    Still young, I guess, but I remember younger days.

    Wide-eyed on every bus to nowhere,

    everywhere,

    finding melodies and stories,

    people to love and lose

    and I opened up in different ways.

    Shared made-up pasts, shaped and designed to tell and sweep away

    like the poet that I am

    they tell me.

    Why tell them about me, when I can tell them about a different me?

     

    ... but life grows you ignorant. 

     

    I’m walking on an empty country road 

    somewhere in Sweden 

    and I have no cares in the world. 

    I’ve fought and I’ve tried. I’ve seen things, I think to myself

    but I’m not happy with what I did or made of myself

    and I have no cares in the world.

    I spit over my shoulder, get drunk on empty roads 

    in the middle of the day,

    lying on fields in the cold,

    cursing how little I grew; how I did not make it.

    and I bought new shoes back then, a while ago,

    but still wear my old ones.

    no money in the bank, no birthday parties to get things wild

    for a little while.

    I have no cares in the world.

     

    Time taught me to love old things. I’m collecting rings and jewelry and I wear them with tenderness, feeling holy, meditating by the water, in the forest, creating rituals to reach something higher, higher, higher ---

    I want to get higher or deeper, somewhere different than this plain, static sense of existence. 

    Love does the job. traveling too. writing does it. music. 

    also art, whisky, dark-colored flowers and watching the landscape change in October. Driving on a small road somewhere in Italy with a beautiful boy and I don’t want to be anywhere else in the whole wide world than right there, with him, in that very car, smiling.



    But I close my eyes for one second and the moment is gone. I’m back to getting high on empty roads somewhere in Sweden and I’m the loneliest girl in the whole damn world and I just want all things beautiful. I just want the music, the literature, the art and the moments of driving in a car with a beautiful boy in Italy.

    but here, alone, I have no cares in the world. 



    I have no cares in the world. I just want it all to be beautiful."

    • 3 min
    Life As An Independent Artist [REPLAY]

    Life As An Independent Artist [REPLAY]

    What does it actually mean to be an independent creator (artist, author, photographer...) and why did I become one? In this replay episode [from the archive!] I share my own story of how I built my little career and how you can too ♡

    www.CharlotteEriksson.com

    • 55 min

Customer Reviews

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30 Ratings

30 Ratings

Mohamed Abughoula ,

Best ever

You are amazing person Charlotte, I really like your podcasts they are making me feel better in each time I hear them, Keep going Charlotte. Big fan from Libya ❤️

lionchildofficial ,

Water to a thirsty soul

Listening to your voice has just been absolutely refreshing and calming to the heart mind and soul. Your voice is one to be heard and it is admirable to watch you delve into your journey so authentically.

chrissymarieSLP ,

Beautiful reflections

Listening to your podcast makes me feel so calm and at peace. I love listening to your ideas and reflections on your experiences. Thank you for doing this. Your work makes a difference in my life.

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