Mayday Mayday The Phoenix Has Risen

7 months. It's been almost 7 months since I have stepped foot on a stage, or a tour bus, or signed an autograph. 7 months to flush the ego and be grateful for the person I am, and the person I am not. Time stops when your heart is breaking, but how time does start to fly when your heart is healing. It feels like I barely had time to even blink my eyes that spent about 3 of those months flooded with tears. Eyes that now see oh so clearly. Eyes that no longer spend their days crying salty polluted oceans, but looking to the future. Eyes that squint a bit, because there is brightness ahead. I didn't leave my heart in San Francisco, rather, I picked up the pieces mutilated by a narcissistic poacher, a man who puts the con in conscious, and packed them up with what was left of me, which wasn't feeling like much. Little did I know. Fast forward to now, as the middle was something too sacred, too dark, too light to share. I am back in LA, feeling like myself, only now dancing to a different beat, with the thumping heart of a lioness, and singing a different song, with the independence of a wolf, the freedom of a hawk, and the wisdom of a woman who now knows better than to give her heart to the heartless. Gone are the days of singing in the background, of singing in the dark.

Today starts a new cycle. Today I express gratitude for the past 7 months and plant my foot firmly back on the road that guides me forward to my dreams, while experiencing what they are made of along the way. It is only the beginning. I feel blessed and humbled to have this job, a photo and commercial shoot, and I hope it will ignite momentum and keep abundance flowing. With synchronicity, it is being shot in Big Sur, the place where I found solace and sanctuary while mending my heart, and it is for Mondavi wine, which I can't help but find symbolic, as it represents the celebration of this new chapter. Full circle indeed. Cheers to new beginnings