Blooming

Welcome to Dreams of Rachel, a whimsical love letter to poetry, art, and soulful living. Come to bloom, stay to expand.

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first bloom

i was not born loud, but soft, like moss in shadow or the hush before a storm.

i’ve carried silence like a secret thinking maybe if i disappeared enough, i’d finally be loved for not needing too much.

but the ache grew roots. and now— i bloom, not for applause, but because the soil inside me asked for light.

i am learning: i don’t need fixing. just watering. just warmth. just time.

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I can’t believe January has already flown by, and yet, at the same time, I can. Ever since welcoming my beautiful daughter, Autumn, time has taken on an entirely new meaning. It feels ever-fleeting, always moving just a little faster than I expect. I finally understand what our parents meant when they said how quickly it all goes.

2025 arrived with plenty of ebbs and flows, a rushing river I couldn’t always ride with ease. It was a year of foundation-setting, learning, and finding steadiness even when things felt uncertain.

But 2026 feels different.

There’s a renewed sense of motivation, passion, and intention behind returning to this space, a place where I can write, dream, and continue to grow creatively. If 2025 was about laying the groundwork, 2026 feels like the year of becoming.

As we close out the first month of the year, I wanted to share affirmations rooted in grounding, romanticizing everyday life, creating without pressure, and gently opening the road ahead, inviting movement, clarity, and permission to meet us where we are.

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Midnight, January 1st, 2025. A new year hums in the electricity of the atmosphere as vibrant fireworks ignite the night sky. Optimism lingers in the air, it swirls like a plume of smoke, slipping into my pores, soft as silk and sweet as honey.

As I sift through old photos to create my vision board, I pause to admire the ones that never saw the light of day yet hold so much beauty in their quiet stories. This year, 2025, is about embracing more—more poems, more photos, more candid moments, more adventures, and above all, more love.

The theme for 2025 is soft living, peaceful living, slow living, and mindful living. It's about savoring the present and deepening connections with my family and friends. These moments of joy and presence are what matter most.

Here are a few snippets from the archive. I can't wait to dig deeper into the vault and share old and new moments with you.

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But even in the turning, there are flowers.

(Excerpt from and inspiration for "Wildflower")

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Hi there, and welcome to my corner of the universe. I’m Rachel; a writer, artist, and daydreamer with a deep love for poetry, soulful living, and the beauty found in everyday moments. “Dreams of Rachel” is a reflection of my journey. It's a celebration of transformation, soulful living, and the art of becoming. 

 This space is as much yours as it is mine; a gathering place for women on their journey of growth, creativity, and self-discovery.

Through words, art, and thoughtful prompts, I hope to create a community where we can inspire one another to bloom, dream, and expand. Whether it’s through a poem that resonates, a shared reflection, or a quiet moment of creativity, my goal is to build a sisterhood of kindred spirits who believe in the power of transformation and connection.

Here, you’ll find a love letter to all things creative. A mix of poetry, whimsical art, and reflections on life’s softer, more meaningful edges. Together, let’s celebrate the art of becoming and the magic of sharing our perspectives along the way.

I’m so glad you’re here. Let’s imagine, grow, and inspire one another.

A series of poems and dreams sat in the archives of my mind, collecting dust on its shelves. Start, stop, forget. Start, stop, forget. This was the pattern I’d fallen into with the love of my life; writing. Before I lost myself in the chaos of life, I was a bright-eyed adolescent. I’d sit cross-legged on my bed, notebook in hand, writing poems until dawn peeked through the clouds. Back then, dreams of seeing my books in bookstores and thrift shops felt as tangible as the dried flowers pressed into my handmade bookmarks.

But somewhere between 25 and 30, I tucked the essence of who I was so far away that I convinced myself it was gone—reduced to nothing but the stories I’d replayed for five long years. Yet, every so often, I’d reread my old words, written by someone deep in my spirit, whispering, “Remember me. Remember me.”

There’s something profound about the moment you decide to follow the soul purpose God has placed on your heart. For me, that purpose has always been writing, creating, and telling stories that feel like the warmth of sunlight at dusk. It called to me through years of self-doubt, heartbreak, and fear, urging me to pick up the pieces of myself and weave them into something whole. For years, I resisted.

But I’ve come to understand that the creative process and the spiritual journey are not separate paths—they are threads of the same tapestry, each pulling me closer to my true Self.

This space, this platform, is not just a collection of words and poems. It is a testament to the transformation that happens when you honor your soul’s purpose. Through writing, I’ve discovered that healing isn’t about fixing what feels broken; it’s about remembering the wholeness that has always been there. It’s about releasing the stories that no longer serve us and stepping into abundance, joy, and freedom.

For so long, I danced around my purpose, afraid of being seen, afraid of taking up space. But I’ve learned that hiding does not protect you—it only keeps you from experiencing the fullness of life. So this is me, stepping into the light, creating a space where vulnerability meets creativity, where healing meets expression, and where we can grow together.

To anyone who stumbles upon this little corner of the internet, I hope it feels like a warm hug, a soft breeze, a quiet nudge toward the parts of yourself you’ve forgotten to love. The journey inward is always worth it. And in honoring your soul’s purpose, you create ripples of light far beyond what you can imagine.

It’s not perfect, but it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s all we need to bloom.