You cannot make this sh*t up

Not-so-funny little story: on the night of December 21st, 2014, I celebrated the winter solstice with a girlfriend at a sweet little vegetarian joint in Queens. After dinner and plenty of catching up, we began to scribble on the paper platesettings a list of our most deepest desires. On the darkest night of the year, we were to dig into our hearts for what we most longed for, and in our own way, plant the seeds for our visions.


To Reach the Divine? Take A Streetcar Named Desire


I remember feeling the yearning, years ago, to gather with women in circle. I poked around, but as far as I knew, no one was hosting women’s circles in Brooklyn. The closest I came to something like it was a 12-week long weekly gathering, which I immediately bowed out of when I found out it was an online thing. Nothing wrong with telecircles, but what I craved for was an in-the-flesh, across-from-me kind of visceral experience.

And then I though- “hey, why don’t I just start one?”


That’s it. I give up.


I’m a new mom to a patient, sweet, lovely, clever, funny baby boy.

He’s 5 months old. That’s how long I’ve been sleep deprived.

I realize after having him that I know next to nothing about my pelvic floor. And it turns out that having a healthy, stable, strong and toned pelvic floor helps create the correct foundation for each movement in the body. In particular, it helps during pregnancy, birth and post birth.

Which helps to explain why my body feels overly achy, tired and sore.

But allow me to backtrack, as my body isn’t exactly the topic of this blog, but merely a jumping off point.


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.