Woman. The word itself stands alone. It is powerful. It is big and bold, encompassing every ounce of the spectrum. We feel. We know. And our days never lack in navigating when’s an appropriate time to ‘feel’ and when it’s time to ‘know’. During this pandemic, there were weeks I felt I was floating in and out of my “purpose”. Fueled by frustration, I’d dig … Continue reading Expand.
Daily meditations, yoga stretches, long walks, a good book – I do these things to quiet my thoughts and center. But now, I’m being asked to hold a magnifying glass over my thoughts and memories every morning, and then re-center myself from where ever the chapter/exercise took me? And I’m doing this voluntarily? Correct. Continue reading To begin.
I don’t know exactly what to say or how to say it without making it “about me”. So I will just definitively state that I fully support the movement to end racial injustice. Black Lives Matter to me. Whatever changes I make within myself and how I communicate these to other people will be “behind the scenes” for now. It is not my turn to … Continue reading We can better support the black community.
Hey everybody! Quarantine 2020 has made us all work to find ways to feel sane and centered. I don’t know about you, but it’s been a struggle for me to remain in a good headspace the last few weeks. I’ve been constantly grappling with the reality that my big music releases and performances are postponed and/or cancelled until…?? – grieving the loss of my dog … Continue reading Raye’s Read for May 2020!
I willingly woke up at 6:30am this morning. And as the orange glow filtered in through my kitchen blinds, it made me take pause as I mixed my celery powder into 8 ounces of water. (Don’t even ask, ha.) I took a photo, as proof to myself (and to document on Instagram Story) that I had gotten up before 9am during Quarantine. I’m now at … Continue reading The breather.
I’ve sat down to write this more than a handful of times over the last week or so, trying to share some recent and sensitive news with everyone. Every time, I carve out an hour and I just start to type. And every time, my free-flow of emotions settle differently, my “message” varying with each writing session. When people use the cliche, “…all the … Continue reading The first.
It’s midnight. I’ve got the front window open and I can hear the rain hitting the pavement. Usually that would put me to sleep, but for some reason, it’s inspired me to open my MacBook once again. So again, I’m sitting where I feel like I’ve been sitting for weeks now… at my kitchen table. With a computer screen in front of me, an iPhone … Continue reading Reinvention on paper.
Dear Uncle Mike, I don’t know how to start this letter. If I’m being truthful, just the thought of writing it had my stomach hurting all morning. It’s one thing to think these thoughts internally, pray my prayers in the morning…but I can physically feel the weight on my chest as I write it out. My hope is, I’ll write it, others will read it, … Continue reading 365 long short days later…
One week ago. Sunday morning. I woke up in my own bed for the first time in 8 days. My bags that had been unloaded from my frozen over car the night before, awaiting me still by the kitchen door. After an 8 hour drive home in a snowstorm, hauling my belongs upstairs to unpack was low on the “to do” list that morning. So … Continue reading Messy
I’ll start this post off with a simple “Thank you” to whoever is reading this. Whether it’s been a random call or text to say Hi, a congratulations on my engagement, leaving a comment on a video I posted, or coming up to me after a show… I’m thankful (and still socially awkward with compliments) for a view of my world from an outside perspective. … Continue reading The ‘hood’ that raised us