Black woman gazes into the distance, writes travel letters and inspiration for women travelers.

Hi, I'm Emi. I love to travel to new places. Not to prove I've been there, but to notice what it brings out in me.

The Human Experience.

Travel Letters and Inspiration

Voyage à nue started as a collection of travel photographs.

But I quickly discovered that my passion wasn't only for where I went, but for what I was feeling while I was there. With an open heart, I began writing these travel letters- personal reflections on intimacy, vulnerability, spirituality, and the occasional whimsical moment.

You're welcome to stay awhile. Perhaps you'll find a friend here; one who reminds you to slow down, look a little closer, and find meaning in the quiet moments while exploring new places.

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To New Visitors: Welcome to the Voyage!

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Meet Emi

The Story and the why.

Woman walking in the streets of Ollantaytambo peru

The Latest Gallery

The peaks of Ollantaytambo, Peru brought back memories of home.

Woman with curly hair at the beach at the Grampians in Australia

What Freedom Looks Like on Me

The first open letter on identity from Melbourne.

What's on My Mind Now.

Come read what's new, share your thoughts, and leave a little of yourself in the conversation.

What happened when I finally got the stillness I asked for.

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To My Returning Friends, You've Been Missed!

Here are the Most Recent Letters:

A terrifying encounter while I was in Cusco.
An honest revelation on love.
A reflection on the woman I'd wished I'd become.

The Spirits of Cusco Know.

The mountains were watching long before I noticed them. Cusco sits cradled in their arms. Ancient. Towering. Alive. And when you arrive tired, open, unguarded, the spirits of Cusco at midnight inhale you. I had come to Cusco seeking awe and beauty. I found something else. A presence that followed me in the shadows of gardens, behind the folds of shuttered windows, in the air between breaths.

What I Miss about Being in Love

I miss being in love. Or rather, being in tune to the frequency of love. The quiet hum that settles into your body before your mind interferes. When I think about the last time I was in love, I don't remember his face as clearly as I remember how alive I felt. Nothing about me physically changed. I was simply open. I fell in love by accident in Miami, where warm nights linger and time softens. He wasn't the destination. He was the key. And through him, I slipped into my lo

Woman in white dress sits with Sydney Opera House in the background at night time after New Year’s Eve celebrations overlooking the Sydney Harbor

Countdown to Becoming - New Year's Eve in Sydney

A New Year’s Eve in Sydney becomes a quiet meditation on travel, healing, loneliness, and the woman I’m becoming, told beneath fireworks and the Opera House.