my mission statement -

by Rachel Lynch


I may not be a traditional influencer, because I don’t sell you a lot of things.

However, I do share a lot of who I am, and what makes me tick.

From following my page - maybe you’ve started weight lifting, going to the gym or running. Or maybe you’ve deepened your spiritual practice and now do kundalini on a daily basis.

Maybe you did a photoshoot with your friends, all on film, dressed up in lingerie and empowered each other.

Maybe you moved to New York, or now take yourself on lunch dates and delve into literature and poetry.

Or maybe you rediscovered your love for art - painting, music, writing, etc.

True power lies in the ability to make other people powerful - that is what this page is all about.

xo


brooklyn oasis

by Rachel Lynch


Always contemplating my next creative move. These next two weeks will be an amazing time to reflect on what I have created and what I want to create. Being an artist is so strange — the perpetual need to express oneself. Bowie said there was something unnatural about it, something nonsensical. I still have no idea what drives me — what force moves me forward, constantly asking me to produce more and more. What I do know is that I’ve helped a few people, inspired a few hearts — and that’s all someone like me needs to keep moving forward.


"she puts you in rhythm with you destiny"

by Rachel Lynch


Did you fall in love with her, or the idea of her?

When she rattles in the night and howls from her mensuration,

does your dream girl shatter?

If she yells back at you, defends herself —

do you get soft?

Far too often this year I’ve fallen for weak men,

weak men who want even weaker women.

Where are those who want their woman exalted?

In her power and set on high,

show me the man who will be by my side as I take on the art, spiritual and psychological landscapes of our time.

show me the man who will be by my side as i paint masterpieces, write profound poetry and speak in front of masses.

Then and only then, will I rest my head on his chest.