Guardian Of The Light: Spirit Guide & Teacher Michele

12/25/2025

Wishing you all a beautifully peaceful and joy filled day. That’s all folks ✌🏽💋🎄….for now.

12/25/2025

An oldie but goodie and still relevant of not just as powerful or even more so moving into 2026. Sending you all love and wishing for you and your peace for this next year. More soon 💕🙏🏽….

...remember loves, when feeling confused, frustrated or in doubt of your own "awakening" always seal it with a K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Sweetie. Love....

12/22/2025

Two of my favorite things Christmas holiday which for me is a combination this year of Solstice , Yule and Christmas and cozy rest with spectacular views. When I’m in Western North Carolina it’s the Blue Ridge and when I’m home it’s the expansive views of Central Park and walking from South to North; the length of her.

A beautiful present delivery early or maybe right on time.

M. 💋

12/16/2025

Hello loves…

May this season be filled with peace and moments of genuine joy—for all of us.

Let’s be honest… 2025 didn’t gently pass through.
It hurtled through our nervous systems like a full-on cosmic rollercoaster.
Events unfolded fast, loud, and sometimes without warning—more tsunami than ripple. And for many, the recovery hasn’t been quick or tidy.

This is the season we’re told is all holly and jolly—the season of togetherness, reflection, and belonging. And for some, that’s beautiful.
For others… it’s complicated. And that matters.

Loss doesn’t always look like grief with a capital G.
Sometimes it’s the loss of a routine.
A relationship that shifted.
A chapter that quietly closed.
Or even a version of yourself you didn’t expect to outgrow—or lose.

So if this season feels tender, heavy, or a little quieter than the songs suggest… you’re not doing it wrong.

No matter where you find yourself right now, know this:
You are not alone—even when it feels that way.
The sun does rise after the storm.
And yes, it still finds its way through the clouds—every time.

These are the moments to notice who shows up for you without being asked.
To move gently.
To choose what actually nourishes your spirit instead of what looks good on the outside.

May this holiday season remind you of your light, your resilience, and your purpose—however softly it’s showing up right now.

All my love this holiday season,
~ Miche ✌🏽💋🎄

12/15/2025

Only a few more days and it will be “home sweet home” even if she’s covered in snow ❄️❤️🎄✌🏽

12/14/2025

I promise I am giving it a good effort. I feel a tad bit behind the 🎱 this year 🤣…tree is a bit on the wee side but hey, there’s more to Christmas than that, right?! 🤣🎄✌🏽💋❄️

Besides, this season im choosing to focus more on the things that truly matter and simply allow for all the tinsel toppings to land when they do. I think we can get caught up with the shopping and last minute tasks before we take off on vacation that we miss the invitation to pause, reflect and connect with others.

May this season be one that you savor in all the aligned ways that nurture and nourish you insides 😉✌🏽💋. Don’t fret the big Mama is on her way.)

12/13/2025

It’s the little things for me during this holiday, fast approaching solstice, wintering season that ground, nurture and nourish me. I am grateful for the wisdom that lives within that always reminds me with the sweetest scents, aromas, tasty delights and soothing energies the way home. The last days of this year remind us what truly it’s important and worthy to journey with us into this next year.

May this season be one of restorative rest, powerful and sovereign softness that leaves an undeniable wake in your path. Strong enough to be a beacon for others to remember and loving enough to hold space for those not yet there to remember their own light.

Solstice is a time of simmering, wintering, joy, love demonstrated in the little gestures and spaciousness to feel deeply my own power, wisdom, and presence; all one and the same.

Love, M ✌🏽💕💋

11/27/2025

Today, in remembrance—

Of the original stewards of this stolen land, these so-called “United States” of America,
I chose to pause.
To drive to the mountain top.
To sit in stillness.
To reflect on all that has passed…
And to make space for all that is yet to come.

I drove to the mountain to remember the slaughter.
The stripping of culture, of language, of children.
I thought of betrayal. Of history rewritten—manipulated—to erase truth and fracture lineage.

I drove to the mountain to witness beauty.
To feel the strength, power, and ancient wisdom that rises with the sun and whispers through the trees.
I thought of the indigenous tribes who walked these lands for generations—tending to earth and spirit, honoring both beast and man in sacred rhythm.

I drove to the mountain to honor the old ways.
To offer thanks for the deep earth knowledge still pulsing in this soil.
To honor every man, woman, and child who carries that bloodline forward.
For those who survived the Trail of Tears.
For those simply living, being—who were taken too soon.
I passed through memory, and I remembered them.

I drove to the mountain to smile.
To feel joy.
To feel the earth rise up to meet my stance.
And I smiled because—despite it all—we are still here.
They tried to erase us. Erase truth. Erase memory.

But they didn’t know…
They were planting seeds.

I drove to the mountain and smiled.
Smiled in remembrance.
Smiled in knowing:
I am—we are—those seeds.

And as long as breath lives in our bodies,
We will not forget.
They will not be forgotten.

Their wisdom, their power, their sacred ways of living and moving on this land—
Still teach us.
Still guide us.

We are the dreams of our ancestors.
We are the seeds, rooted deep.
So take root.
Stand tall.
Walk firm.

—Miche ✌🏽💋

11/26/2025

Thankful this evening for those who have come before me, who walked their path with bravery and courage, and others that have shaped and carved space for women like me, like you and like us.

For those who made sure to leave breadcrumbs, a crack in the doorframe, or a note stuck to some arbitrary post — guiding, teaching, warning but always loving us along our path, along our way to discover who we were always meant to be.

For all those women, in all the roles, shapes, sizes and relational connections, some I am aware of and others I will never know but who’s impact on my journey will forever be etched in the sway of my hips, the strength in my voice and the enwavering gaze of my knowing IYKYK 😉…I am grateful.

Grateful for the shoulders that made space for me to climb….to climb well above the illusion this world wanted me to feed upon like cotton candy to a small child. Thankful I no longer view the world through the eyes of a child but a soul who knows her purpose.

May this holiday season remind us who we are, why we have come and who we are best aligned to venture forth with.

Ase loves and happy holidays. ~ Miche ✌🏽💋

11/12/2025

Half way home to say good bye to my brother. Transitions have gotten a little easier for my heart these days. Not because I don’t feel the grief but because there’s been so many I’ve said “…until we meet again.”

That it’s becoming more a part of life…in my awareness that is to say since death/transitions/transformations are always a part of life. It’s whether we pay attention to each present moment fully present that we are better able to honor and celebrate one’s life as it moves to a new chapter.

Otherwise you miss it…🙏🏽

10/21/2025

It’s NEW MOON energy loves ….but if you were to ask me, it’s been feeling like new moon vibes all year honestly. May this day be the door we walk through with clarity, calm and powerful wisdom. These days are asking of us all to stand in our power in a way we’ve not dared to do for whatever reasons that may be — for some. And for others, it’s been a kind of front line, digging deep into restorative, restful and sovereign binding practices to support the medicine, the magick and the precious moments we’ve been creating, conjuring and collectively holding as a community.

May the ancestors continue to guide us and reveal friend and foe so we may always move from an aligned place of truth and love. Even when love means standing 10 toes down, having the hard conversation, saying no to guard sacred rest and saying yes to what calls to our soul.

The time is now. Well, the moon has said as much ….🤷🏽‍♀️✌🏽💋

09/27/2025

Today marks one year since Hurricane Helene swept through Asheville and across North Carolina, leaving heartbreak and devastation in its wake.

It’s hard to even know where to begin. So much has shifted. So much was lost. And yet, in the midst of grief, so much was found, uncovered, and remembered. None of us who lived through it will ever really be the same—and perhaps that is the invitation: to keep deciding, day by day, what “being the same” even means when the ground beneath us has changed.

What I’ve learned and lost comes down to this: sovereignty.

Not its absence, but the release of my old need to cling to what no longer resonates. Clarity came like Helene itself—sudden, fierce, and landscape-shifting. Devastating at first, yes, but in the clearing I learned to let go of what I once thought too precious, so that what longed to be born could finally take form.

Anchor yourself in the eye of the storm—whether outside your window or inside your chest—and you’ll be amazed at what remains when the sun returns:

New landscapes. New clarity. New resilience.
And in the remembering…your sovereignty.

Months after the storm, our world flipped upside down again in ways no one could have imagined with the ushering in of the new administration. And we, along with the rest of the world, continue to navigate these choppy waters. And still, clarity is our constant companion. Maybe not instantly but eventually. We remembered what matters. We learned what cannot wait.

If there’s one thing I can say about this community—these resilient, beautiful people of Asheville—it’s this: when everything shook, we found each other. We leaned in. And we keep leaning in.

Who knows what the future will bring? [Well some of us do IYKYK] What I do know is that whatever it is, we’ll meet it together.

M. 💕🙏🏽