Heaven knows no glow like a woman in love,

by Rachel Lynch


Heaven knows no glow like a woman in love,

its light could puncture the clouds.

A woman gifted the safety of a landing,

a gentle spirit and a warm heart —

it is in this distinct combination that she blossoms.

His ways are nutrients for her spirit,

unfolding and becoming in luminous glow.

But he did not happen upon an empty castle,

She’s made her heard and heart a safe home.

Filled with endless books, and a thousand songs.

Walls built up by countless workouts, strenuous

and persistent effort shape its tonal quality.

The foundation could last a thousand years,

built on hours of mediation and prayer.

And just outside, you’ll see her spirit guides

spinning in the garden, they were here long before you,

and they’ll be here long after you’re gone.

See, this house is fully renovated.

And without you here, it is certainly fine

standing on its own.


i've always been a night painter...

by Rachel Lynch


I’ve always been a night painter. I have dreams of waking with the sun and picking up my brush, but it’s never been my style. I enjoy the quiet of night, everyone is sleeping and you’re creating. Trying to embrace this part of me instead of fighting it. Are you a morning or night artist? Or somewhere in the middle? Tell me 🎀💕🎨👩🏼‍🎨


first film photos in my new loft & a poem by me <3

by Rachel Lynch


the profound abyss of time spent and love made.

to experience everything you didn’t want, just to know what you do.

to find a love where your heart is safe to bloom,

the most feminine of joys.

love and all its illustrious depths.

i did not know i could feel this safe, this held.

tenderness washes over me, i leave culture and fall into poetry.

my world is alive with magic, fairies and mythology— this storybook feeling i begin to grasp.

to know that something like this is possible becomes my life’s work.

love pours in when we least expect it,

and this one,

this one,

i am ready to nurture.

💌