Rachel Michelle

 Free flow writing. That's the game this moment.  I am writer. In coffee shop. so typical. so stereo. So stereotypical. Some people love in such a way that makes me feel alive. And others they love, anyone really. So much aliveness. So much love, so much freedom of expression. All shades of humanity shown out. That in and of itself is a spiritual act. Makes sense, as we are spiritual beings having a human experience.  I smile at this realization, and remember the souls that I have found on my journey through this life. I am feeling grateful for my evolving awakening to the present. To the healed, nowness of me. To the universe as myself, becoming increasingly conscious of myself. I feel this happening, more and more, as my past heals and releases. As i expand my experiences and grow and evolve. As i enjoy and find gratitude and also welcome in all expressions of my humanity. Not judging good or bad my feelings or my emotions. Accepting and even deeper loving, adoring, and...

 Heart Strings When I think of heart and strings,  I think of the color red.  Red cords connecting my heart to my north node.  My true path. Destiny! In order to feel and hear my heart,  I sit in silence and open my hearts' ears.  I listen.  For clearer vision and ability to follow  my hearts' desires, I also open my third eye  and I look.  As I sit and listen and look the sun warms my skin; the birds sing their nature song and the wind makes music in the swaying grasses.  What messages do I receive today?  I openly and willfully surrender to be but a channel,  a vessel of light.  My heart casts out it's red threads, into the ether of Spirit's universe.  Not untethered though, as I feel the pull. A slight tug, a nudge. A direction.  Point me towards the other end of the tethered red thread! I close my physical eyes. I breathe in deeply,  softening my belly,  lowering my shoulders.  I blow...

 Confusion I thought I needed you.  I hoped you needed me too,  so we could choose each other.  No more longing. This emotion is running  out of steam. I am tired of it.  I make peace with it.  Nihilist, ego-centric witch,  who am I?  Spirit! Source! Who am I?  Who is I? What is I?  My embodied soul?  My self here. My soul in this body. The body is me. I am quite attached to my body! Scattered.  Bring it in. Call it back. "Come home." I speak softly to my room.  My energy returning to me from all over the world.  I feel quiet, reserved, present.  

 Chosen Concepts Where does my inspiration and will to live come from?  I feel floating in the orbit. I feel electric, charged, a bit sore.  Human. Spiritual. Limited by body and egoic mind.  Yes limitless in possible thought.  Thoughts repeated make beliefs.  Beliefs create values.  Values are what i live and act by.  So think peace.  Ease.  Equality.  Coexisting.  Satisfaction.  Unconditional love.  Overflowing gratitude and inspiration. 

 Heart's Light I open my heart to share my light I open my heart to share my light May Wisdom come to me today I open my heart to share my light I open the heart to share my light My heart's light, is my hearts' light.  What lights me up? What brings me joy?  What brings my light?  So make your choice,  and spread your light.  I open my heart to share my light I open my heart to share my light

 In Between  I am in the liminal space of time unfolding.  Not quite annoyed, not yet angry even. As if my old default mode has finally expired.  I feel waves of old consciousness' patterns lap up against my toes. They tickle. So familiar. Worn out. Worn in. Like a really loved set of sheets.  That's something we don't buy many of. Sheets. Hmmm.  Slumped over, I sit, feeling the feeling again; familiar, worn out. It's not comfortable, it's not great either.  It's in between. Not black or white. Not even bright. Just there. Mind quieted by sheer repetitive willpower to overcome and choose contentment.  I feel in between today. Just like nature, those in the northern hemisphere will understand. Spring Equinox approaching, yet not quite here. Winter lingers Hyr long cold fingers.  But today the wind howled and whistled. A witch told me once that when the wind holed like that it was the spirits, ghouls and ghosts travelling about. Best stay out o...

Scheme to Love Always scheming I am. To get the  guy. To impress the girl. To be longed for, chosen, and wanted. Can I alchemize this game?  My patterns run tired. Fresh strategy is much needed.  Love is what I seek ultimately. And when I ponder that I see my unfamiliarity with love in purest presence.  And I love it. I want to devour it. Thirst for that Jeu de vivre. I am alive.  I am here, I am love.  Ahhh, may i remember that my uncomfortable and  gitty excitement for life is an expression of love.  It is self and something I am born to embody and feel and experience. Something to pursue, to ask for, to take, to have.  Something to live out of, to be. I am born to  be love. Alive love. The obsession to posess, is holding you back from experiencing freedom and peace.