I wanted to write a protest anthem from my own perspective of oppression. Continue reading “Stay Nasty. Stay Woke.”
In a night of dark introspection, I wrote the first verse, then the second, without their final rhymes. This song began as lost as its first stanzas. No direction. No identity. Just a smeared vision coming into focus at the end of a dark tunnel.
After the first verses, it struck me as a hymn, and I decided to honor the elements–water, air, fire, earth– and the universal flowing spirit of Divinity. It quickly became an ode to my secret spiritual awareness as a witch. I knew I needed a refrain for it to be a hymn. I heard the melody cadence in my mind but I could not hear the words. I continued to write. Continue reading “Living in the Grey (Original Song)”
Mercury retrograde hits hard for some. This cycle of confusion doesn’t have me quite as uncomfortable as others in the recent past have, but I still feel its effects. Its already confusing enough to talk about things intangible, now it seems much more muddled and confused. Continue reading “Feeling, Creating, and Moving on”