Rachel Michelle

  Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder   Elegant movement, flowing through the atmosphere like the wind gently glides through the trees Rustling the branches and kissing the pedal in the fields Swaying the grasses. Spirit moving. Can you feel her? Can you hear her? Listen! Watch! Feel.   Rushing, dripping. Water.   Burning, bright, hot. Fire.   Deep, buried. Earth.   As above so below. As within so without. My eye is drawn to beauty. My version?   Some things never cease to strike me. Moss covered walls, old stone staircases surrounded by ancient roots and vining branches, lush with fruits, pedals, buds, leaves. Small alley café’s overlooking a countryside. Nature rolling out it’s gorgeousness right in front of you.   Can you see her? Feel her? Open your eyes.   Beauty is all around you. Beckoning. Inviting. Urging. Go deeper!   Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Become the beholder. She i...

  Muchness, Muchier, Abundance   Fitting that today is about muchness. I am taking Ruby’s call in the summer prompts for my cycle day 17 to step into my muchness. My outfit and make up reflect this today- I feel the slight waves of wanting to hide all of me a little. To shrink. To become less muchier in every moment. And I realize too this is maybe others energetic fields as well. People are not great at managing their energy. I am also only learning. I notice things differently sometimes. My senses are turned on. I am plugged in. Aware. Energies in this place are wild. I conjure a protective aura of white and purple light around me. Make me invisible. And protected. May I disappear into the atmosphere in plain sight. Here, but not. All other humans are also here. All trying a little more to disappear into the chair, or wall we are sitting in front of. Like a magician. Muggles mingling. Unaware of each other. Children see the magic. I am not here. Not visible. I must rea...

 Circus:   I, like Robert Lax know the circus brings magic and wonder into the eye of the beholder. He traveled with family circuses around Canada and wrote of his experiences after in form of poetry. How romantical, as Ann-e would say. Circus for me has been my glue, my sanity, my process. It has provided a safe community that no one could take from me. It is just mine (and all the other circus freaks and beauties).  Circus has stretched me and challenged me. It has grown me, and softened me. At the same time it has made me so fucking strong. Circus I adore you and honor you. My journey with embodied movement, healing through the body’s wisdom has been a beautiful one. Starting as a child around nature, plants, and tumbling. In my free time, cartwheels, summersaults, back bends, climbing trees and dangling feet, hanging from knees and pullups to beat the boys at school in arm wrestling, which I did! 😊  That evolved into handstands against my door anytime I wa...