Every time you open fully, you become a doorway. Every time you let the wild, creative, uninhibited, Alive You lead, the World remembers how to pray.

So come. Not polished. Not perfect.

But pulsing, messy, holy.

Come as the thunder and stillness you are.

Come as the human who remembers that God moves through you too, not only above you.

And let the remembering begin again, through you.

Do not try to dim for the world's comfort. The flame in you is older than fear. It is the same one that burned at Sinai, the same one that whispered to Miriam to dance.

Be the fire that prays by living. Be the song that heals by being sung. You are the remembering and the miracle. The promise and the blessing.

"And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a tambourine in her hand; and all the women went out after her with tambourine and with dances." - Exodus 15:20

The text doesn't say anyone told her to. It doesn't describe a command or even an idea. She simply moves.

The sages and mystics see this as spontaneous prophecy - a direct response to the Divine moving through her. She felt the Presence, the wild, electric aliveness of liberation, and her body became the vessel for prayer.

So while no voice is recorded saying, "Dance, Miriam," - the whisper was there. It was the whisper of Spirit itself, the same voice that speaks through each of us, when and if we choose to get quiet and listen.

There are not only straight lines to the sacred. Not only black and white ways to see. There is also colors and spirals and dancing and the way your heart keeps turning toward what Is even when you detour.

Let your longing be your map. Let your softness be your altar. (With discernment, always) This is how the holy finds form - through the ones who dare to stay open.

Every time you breathe like it matters, the Earth exhales with you. Every time you walk barefoot on the soil of your own becoming, something ancient opens its eyes.

You are not here to polish yourself into perfection. You are here to be lived by the Mystery.

So let yourself crack. Let yourself bloom anyway. Let God find her way through your laughter, your hunger, your trembling hands. Your allowance of the pleasure of all that is. Your willingness to let it (the ideas of You that aren't You) all go for a whole new world.

The Prayer That Has No Words:

Maybe the truest prayer is the sound of your body on the floor, Your feet moving As you move energy For the sake of movement the whisper of your ribs as they rise and fall, the quiet awe that says - I am still here.

You were never meant to be a statue of devotion. You were meant to be the movement itself. The holy rhythm. The yes that keeps saying yes. The part that is Home.

She Who Remembers. There is a pulse beneath your skin older than your name. It hums - I am the Child of the Beginning, The middle the end the Omnipresent the Breath that built worlds, the River that never stopped flowing.

Every curve of you is scripture. Every sigh, a verse of devotion. You are not separate from the Divine - you are her, him, unfolding.

So dance again, not to be seen, but to remember that nature once learned her rhythm from your hips. We are all connected.

And every time you move, God moves too.

Because your life Does depend on it.

And whisper, (or shout, here for the range!)

Even now, I choose life. Especially Now, I choose life.

Not because it's easy. Because it's true. Because the choosing itself becomes the bridge back to light.

BECAUSE I AM LIFE, AND I CHOOSE MYSELF.

And slowly, quietly, it returns - the warmth, the clarity, the sensation something ancient and alive. It always does. It returns not as a rush, but as recognition. you never actually lost it. You just closed your eyes for a moment.

So the next time you forget, don't panic. Bow. Smile at your own humanity. Another opportunity to love myself! And remember -

Even in forgetting, you are still being remembered By God. By life. By the part of you that never left the light. By the part of you that IS.

I love you,

Love Rivky

I missed my flight for the next leg of my trip for the for the first time ever in my life - I've never missed a flight before! (when your powerful, beautiful friend manifests you staying for a celebratory brunch after her Ted Talk 🤣 🤍 - that's what happens!) Surrendered to divine timing and FLOW - and I got to meet beautiful people and make really magical connections as a result.

I also got to teach and model The Method to many people over the past few days, it's been a joy to be in this flow and be so received.

I had some time in the airport to find some poetry I'd written in my notes app and flow write some more as I waited for my Uber - so sharing with you all, because what is art if not to share! Writing is such a gift.

Invitation for you: See what happens when you drop your mind and write down what comes through! There is so much in each of us that is unwritten... like I wrote above, we are being lived (and loved) by the mystery! What would it be like to document it as it moves through. Your art and alchemy and presence with what is is someone else's medicine!

P.S. I went in 5 Ubers so far on this trip and EVERY SINGLE ONE became a dance party. Suddenly music was being played and dancing was happening. I even went into an Uber that had Karaoke. When we are OPEN - magic happens! This is the Possibility. Whatever this fractal/Frequency/field/vortex is... I'm HERE FOR IT! Hop in if you want to, it's a wave we all have access to, if we choose!

P.P.S. I have 1 VIP day and 1 1:1 container to work with a client open right now - 3 months, 6 months, or a year!

Love you lots!!