And then I became a steward of [a parcel] of land

Last Tuesday morning, I took a deep breath before walking through the main door of the school. I was there to say goodbye to the kids I had taught Spanish to, albeit a bit prematurely.

See, I had just been fired from the Spanish Specialist position the week prior. Which was totally fine because deep down inside, I really didn’t want to be doing this any longer. Being let go was the best thing that could have happened. I literally feel 20lbs lighter. But still, I wanted to say goodbye to the kids. Get some closure.


One Breath (Cycle) at a Time

There are mountains and valleys of wisdom in a single breath cycle. Before filling to abundance, the lungs must empty. And you can not receive more unless, at some point, you stop taking in and release.
Same goes with the moon cycle. And the seasons. And women’s cycles.


One Thing Led to Another…

I’ll never forget that time back in 2011, when in the magical land of Brooklyn, I took my first Bikram class with a teacher that will remain unnamed. Let me be clear, this wasn’t my first class. At that point, I’d been practicing Bikram yoga for about 4 years, and teaching it for about 3. No, this story is about the first time I took class with said teacher. And the wild way in which my life changed.


My name is Mishel Ixchel. I’m Ecuadorian-born &
NYC-bred. Western Mass is currently home, and it's also where I practice + teach the art of
Sacred Self Care.