The richness of a life in art-

by Rachel Lynch

The richness of a life in art -

painfully exciting amidst the blunders of uncertainty.

I am one of those few who feel I had no choice- a life spent immersed in creative expression is the only life for me.

This doesn’t make me great, it just means I came down from heaven with a relentless spirit, heart set ablaze.

At eleven, I knew New York would be my home. My chosen profession does not entitle me to the city’s glamour, but there is a richness here that injects itself into people like me.

New York is a living being, and she likes the creative souls running wild in her pastures.

In a few months, I will be coming up on four years of daily meditation. This practice has humbled me and brought peace to my interior kingdom like I have never known.

It is the great illusion of our country that we can have anything we want, for everything takes arduous effort and inconceivable work.

Herein lies the magic, the answers reveal themselves as we apply oursevles. The answers are always in the work, in the pursuit of what matters most.

Having a family, lovemaking, romance are all divine- but they’re not where I live.

For you see, I was born an artist.

I could taste it in my mouth,

by Rachel Lynch

I could taste it in my mouth,

all that I was meant to become.

A series of romantic relationships had held me back (as they typically do a woman)

but that divine song played on,

always calling me back home to myself.

It was time once again,

to begin anew.

as a woman,

by Rachel Lynch

As a woman, there is so much more that I dream to become.

Motherhood is far from my mind, but the artist I could be dances and leaps around in my head.

Thirty-year old me will not let child-me down.

I long to be the best version of myself, and I know that will take a lifetime.

I’m going to enjoy the ride- push hard but dance ethereally present on fertile ground.

So much is blooming all around me, may I continue to help it all grow.

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