by Rachel Lynch
as summer washed away with the tide, she, like the others, hoped to be in a better place than this.
anxiety had shriveled a month’s worth of confidence, and maybe it was time to let go of some people again.
they move into my life, they rile me up, they let me down.
it was always the same song.
it was always the same boy.
will the lesson repeat until it is learned?
is the fallout that easy to ignore?
the high never lasts.
maybe it was time to let this one go back into the sea
with the summer.
xx
by Rachel Lynch
there was love in the magic house. free-flowing, effervescent curiosity. where art and life collide. soft and subtle like the seas, the house gently asked you to pull back into the present. to be in the life you’re living, and stop scrolling through the lives you’re not.
the house told you that all you need is inside you, others would try to pull you away, but you slowly learned to stop answering their calls.
maybe making magic was all about being with yourself. alone time is crucial to creative and spiritual development. to make yourself more like who you want to become, even if that meant you were less followable.
surely authenticity would win out in the end, the magic house told her it was time to begin.
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by Rachel Lynch
summer of the beach peach
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by Rachel Lynch
youth recaptured. crystalized lust and carefree demeanor.
it’s amazing how one change can propel you back into the now.
being present is being young.
so full of life and candor,
you never slip from the moment,
you’ve become one with the now,
a wash for anxiety and fear.
by Rachel Lynch
this newfound confidence, this eternal spice.
to love what you see when you see yourself.
it is a returning of sorts.
and perhaps it isn’t linear,
but it’s worth knowing it can be felt.
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by Rachel Lynch
coming in hot, sweating like the seasons.
no more days in bed, there’s new people to meet & things to see.
i fell in love with new york again & now it’s time to fall in love with me.
xx
by Rachel Lynch
swimming in form, my old life is on fire.
i let go of my rock to build my own foundation.
i am torn between his comforts and the cries of my spirit.
i have come alive in the strangeness of it all,
the heartbreak as the resurrection.
by Rachel Lynch
chelsea girls alive in the glory of manhattan. all unsophisticated innocence and curiosity. building their dream worlds. marble fireplaces, exposed brick and champagnes. vintage gold mirrors imported from france, candle operas, wax dripping, fresh white sheets and little fires.
a few lovers, but none she claims. the city is a chelsea girl’s first love. her mind is filled with literature and ideas for paintings, she forgets her appearance.
she plays dress up every morning, in this queendom, she learns to stop dressing for men. she fills herself up- a worthy companion, someone to contend with.
spiral staircases, and secret gardens. sculpture studios and metal work tables. physicists and artists all come knocking at her door.
she holds a home inside her, she is compassion.
she is woman.
she is a chelsea girl.
xx
by Rachel Lynch
rearrange us. i was once so filled with love that i created none for myself.
he birthed me in cultures and ideas, and i stopped producing my own.
i blame myself.
how was i to know i couldn’t fly in the comfort of your arms?
it is a hard lesson that has unfolded over years.
time passed and we clung to the good times, they were powerful in their own right.
but my uncertainty never left the room, my faith weakened, and i hid under layers of self-harm and booze.
empty convictions, a loss of self-respect.
i dressed different, i saw the world through dollar signs and good times.
my sexuality shifted to the forefront, my ideas to the back.
it is not your fault, thank you for taking my hand.
i get to go back to me now, i will become more and more blessed in the uncertainty of a unplanned life (love.)
by Rachel Lynch
some days, you will wake up, and your freedom will scare you. if you’re like me, you’re overwhelmed with possibilities, your limitless nature.
do not stay in your fear. take the next action, break the day into small manageable parts. look at the light. see the way it bounces off the bricks and the plants. how it soars down streets and fills the alleyways. be here now.
each day you can do small things, and those small things will build something big.
if something seems overwhelming or impossible, remember that it was a lot of small daily actions that made it complete. a lot of consistency, a lot of dedication.
you are divine, and your dream is worth brining into the reality.
do what you can manage today, and nothing more.
xx
