in bloom

by Rachel Lynch

Springtime is wonderful because it means summer is near. I’m a june baby, a little crab, so summer is naturally my favorite season.

But you can’t enjoy summer without the tease of spring - it’s emerging colors and heavy rains.

Life gets more beautiful when you stop rushing, and start enjoying every season you are given. Bloom where you are planted.

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"i'm the cat by the bar toasting to the good life"

by Rachel Lynch

What is the extent of your wildness? When does desire to be outside yourself become danger?

I’ve danced the line for two years now - between active consciousness and the need to release. Drinks to take the edge off so I don’t have to care or think.

That desire has grown weaker in me since 2020, I see it for all its shortcomings now. It promises me the pleasure, but always falls short.

The urge to have a wild night used to be so strong, I couldn’t really fight it. And when I tried, it slithered in slowly anyway, unplanned and unannounced. With the kundalini awakening, I fast forward when the urge hits. I see the next day- the headaches, the damage to my health, the staying in the same pattern OVER and OVER again. It’s exhausting and honestly so boring.

I’d like to be done, I’d like to be free.

californication

by Rachel Lynch

I went to California to feed my soul and slow down my heart. I needed healing. I sensed eternity caving in around me whilst curled up high in my apartment, the city swallowed me, and I was in impetuous need of escape.

New York is one of the only cities that people talk about having a relationship with. New York is my most passionate affair, and my most painful heartache. I have loved New York since I first met her, and I always return to her.

I would say she always works in my favor, whether that’s through inspirational lessons or painful ones, but this time it was all too much. I was incapable of deep healing within her grasp.

If you understand some numerology, you will understand me when I tell you that I’m currently going through a personal year nine. All the changes are happening inside me so fast, the things not serving me quickly revealing themself. All the causes of my subconscious triggers brought to the surface, and my reactions move towards love. It takes the body seven hours to come back to stasis after a bout of anger, so I choose peace.

Sleeping adjacent to the crashing ocean heals, nature’s perfect sounds. The sun on my skin and the gratitude in my heat — always filling myself up to come home to you, my love, New York.