Erin Coyle
Embodied Clarity Coach & Writer
Hi there, I'm Erin.
Here's a little about me.
Let’s Start at the Beginning...
Growing up as the youngest of seven means two things:
You learn to keep notes on the endlessly interesting activities of your much older siblings. And you learn to monetize your creativity early.
I wrote tiny handmade books, illustrated them with full childhood commitment, stapled them together, and sold them to family members for $1, bites of their sandwiches, or in exchange for keeping their secrets.
(“I saw you and Steve passing a funny-looking cigarette in the yard. Want to buy a book?” Sometimes I got $2.) If that isn’t early-stage entrepreneurship, I don’t know what is.
I was always the kid with a crayon or pencil. Always listening. Coming up with new ideas and projects. And always gathering stories like a tiny undercover journalist.
I loved people with interesting backgrounds—kids at school who barely spoke English, families with traditions different from mine, grandmothers with histories ranging from fairies in Ireland to flappers in the 1920s.
So naturally, I built an entrepreneurial life.
I sold my art in galleries, lived and worked as an herbalist on a 150-acre farm, opened a wellness center (and later a bookstore and yoga studio), and wrote essays, articles, and a book. If something interested me, I followed it. If someone needed something, I was already halfway to giving it.
I loved helping people. And I loved learning things — all the things.
But whenever my body whispered “I’m tired,” I said, “Totally noted — here’s some coffee.” Slowly, I became a one-woman giving machine, the sort of person who could run three businesses, care for aging parents, and still take on one more client because it felt like the right thing to do.
My sensitivity and intuition were a superpower.
Until they weren’t.
Then came the day a longtime client looked at me and said:
“Honey, I think you’re the one who needs the massage.”
And then she paid me double.
Honestly? She was right. I wasn’t bouncing back the way I did at twenty.
Shortly after, my body staged a full intervention — fatigue, brain fog, mystery symptoms, like a flu that never went away. The whole “you can’t keep doing life like this” starter pack.
I wasn’t exhausted because I was failing. (I totally looked like someone who was succeeding).
I was just exhausted because I was performing what I thought a spiritually evolved and mature adult should look like.
(Cue: the laughter of the gods.)
Eventually, I had to close my business and focus on myself. (Very challenging. Highly recommend avoiding the crash route.)
The Return
An economist friend introduced me to the concept of opportunity cost — the shocking idea that if I didn’t take care of myself, I was expecting someone else to.
For a lifelong helper, this was… crazy. (Putting others first as a form of selfishness? What?!)
But he was right.
So I turned toward the deeper work: somatics, nervous system repair, the stories beneath my patterns, the parts of myself I had abandoned in the name of service.
And everything began to shift.
Change the story, change the direction of your life.
The Work I Do Now
Everything I lived through taught me something surprising:
Words aren’t just information.
They’re invocation.
They’re boundaries.
They’re energetic protection.
Today, I help sensitive, soul-led professionals use language to protect their energy, clarify their work, and create ways of working that actually support their nervous system.
Once we clarify what’s true for you, we’ll start reshaping the parts of your business that quietly drain you — (which usually live in your language, your offers, or the way people have access your time).
What that actually looks like
An About page that stops acting like an open invitation to anyone with a pulse
and starts drawing in the people you actually want to work with.
Offers that don’t require you to be an emotional support animal
because your compassion has limits (and that’s called being human, not failing).
A booking process that respects your nervous system
instead of treating you like a 24/7 on-call healer.
Website writing that stops magnetizing the clients you’re not available for
especially the ones who show up with “just one quick question…” that isn’t quick.
Content that takes care of itself
(freebies, mini-courses, resource lists) so you’re not repeating yourself a million times every day.
None of this is about becoming “more visible” or “marketing yourself.”
It’s about conserving your energy, honoring your time, and letting your language carry some of the weight you’ve been hauling alone.
Want to know more about my training and experience?
Read my professional biography here.
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Well, you've made it this far so... here's six things about me you might not guess:
I love tea, and if you came to my house, I’d offer you a cup. And keep offering until you said yes. Because saying no isn’t really an option. (It's an Irish thing).
I play fiddle, mandolin, and banjo, mostly in the "old-time" tradition. Think songs about drinking, love, raising a ruckus, and losing an eye—sometimes all in one song!
I’ve lived in an Airstream and a tipi. I spent my 20s traveling around, studying with writers, wild-crafters, nuns, scientists, poets, magic-makers, neurobiologists, and healers. I love meeting all kinds of people.
Yes, that is my natural hair, and yes, it’s naturally curly. I found my first strand of silver at 12. (I’ve been told it’s a sign of wisdom, but I used it to buy a six-pack at 16. So…you be the judge.)
I’m a dual U.S./Irish citizen and a student of Irish Gaelic. While my Irish isn’t perfect, I know “Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla cliste”—“Broken Irish is better than clever English.” Translation?
Perfect or not, your story matters.
So let’s get it out there.
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