The Resurrection of Moxie


My first show after my extended stay in the hospital....RESURRECTION. That´s the only word I can think of to describe it. I had already came to terms that I would never sing again. And if i did return to the stage, I would never be the same. It was a sad, sobering feeling. Even writing about it now makes me teary-eyed because I know no other life. When my family turned their backs on me, the stage adopted me; loved me, and raised me. The lonely, dark nights fought hard to end my life. Music fought harder to keep me alive. My audience was my buoy to the world, in my early days of leaving the sect. In a cult, I wasnt allowed to have any outside relationships...that included any family members. So, when I exited, I didn´t know my cousins, uncles, grandparents etc. They existed in an entirely different world. I was caught in limbo between leaving the denomination, and joining society. My audience was my small window to the world. Vital lessons were taught through the lyrics of the legend artists that I appointed as my family. So Loosing the music world, my oldest relationship; my lover, best friend, and confidant was just more than I could bare. Suicidal thoughts occupied my mind from Day One of my hospital stay. But my Tribe and the Doctors had another agenda. They fought hard for my life. As the days went by, I began to understand that there were people who loved me beyond the stage, beyond agape. And I was worth the fight. So I too began to fight. One month later, I am singing at Woodstock Moscow Rock Festival. Of course, i was hella nervous about stepping back on the stage. Between my self doubt, and my tribe constantly warning me to "take it easy", uncertainty surrounded the upcoming performance. Make sure you check out my three-day-vlog of my journey back to the stage; Rehearsal; Sound Check; and the Show. The lesson I have learned is the Universe doesnt always reveal my guardian angels. There are MANY that work behind-the-scenes of my life. I want to take this moment to thank you so much. I am humbled by your willingness to let me rest on your wings, as you fly me through the turbulent storms of my life.