"...there's an omen can you hear it play? There's a woman setting fire ablaze Brazen fire, broken wood Smoking black and fertile ground There's a call to surrender, her plea to survive [but] she's burning fire "-är When I sat down to write this song, I was in the midst of releasing inexplicable feelings and undulating passion that danced in the forefront of my mind, heart and all over my body. And as the imagery poured from my lips, I could feel the heat under my skin rising
"There's an omen, can you hear it play? There's a woman setting fire ablaze Brazen fire, broken wood Smoking black and fertile ground There's a call to surrender her plea to survive She's burning fire " - Ädiana Ross (Lazarus) Mother nature has called me to the edge of the Amazonian rainforest. I have answered and am in the midst of packing my bags American Airlines just texted: "It's time to check in" and my stomach stirred and heartbeat sped. I leave for Peru tomorrow morni
The sun is slowly pulling away and the air is crisp. September brings us the Harvest Moon; the first lunar event of the fall season. It’s a significant occurrence nearest to the Autumnal equinox (the first day of fall). And it’s the time of year where final crops of the season are gathered from the fields and stored for the Winter. This is a new beginning, beloveds. It is time to harvest your crops. But first, have you taken the time to reflect on the seeds you’ve sown over t
[Verse 1] "Gave up the war to see
Could it be you and me?
'stead of together, stormy weather
Where's the love?
Rest in peace
Is it the way you need your lovin' but couldn't afford it
Baby if it's this way, you know you gotta be on it
I've been waiting to fill your cup
Bill's heavy baby, only gonna go up" (To view the rest of these lyrics, click here) " One night I penned a letter to someone I once loved; and I poured from myself in a single midnight hour. Barren with
Aretha's transition has sparked a calling deep down in me this morning. Upon waking, her music played from my speakers with a heavier cry than before. And now I sit here as my heart howls and urges my soul to convey the severity of her impact and influence on who I am as a woman and artist. "Precious Lord Take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. Through the storm, Through the night, Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, Lead me hom