A New Chapter...

I am a writer. I communicate myself so much better when I write it down. So naturally, I’m living for the ‘Return Of The Blog’ era. And at such an important time when I’m experiencing such beautiful transformation.

Have you ever watched a butterfly build its cocoon, rest therein and break out transformed? Have you ever watched bees pollinate flowers of a cherry tomato plant, and that flower transform into edible fruit? I have. Often. And I can’t shake the similarities to my own life during this time. Experiences from years ago that made no sense are suddenly settling as wisdom with so much clarity. They say time heals all. Perhaps it reveals all as well.

It’s taken me a while to put pen to paper again for song. It happens that way for me. Some things I’m simply not ready to feel until I’m ready. I’ve never been a shallow artist — not my style though no offense to those it applies to. Every time I open my mouth to sing, I gotta feel it. If I don’t, we all know it. I’m sure some of you have heard me tell the story of Kings Records Legend Otis Williams telling me, “If you don’t feel it, don’t sing it”. I live by those words. 

Well, this weekend has been one covered in remarkable favor. I am a very spiritually rooted woman. That said, a stream of signs and symbols revealed through prayer have shown me now is a powerful time. I won’t sabotage it. I recently spent a night at my mom’s with my son. It’s a privilege I do not take lightly as I love my parents deeply and I am so grateful to still have them, to have my childhood home, trees, birds and grass to remind me of my younger years. I truly believe a great deal of harm has missed me because of the village I still have. I am still very covered by the prayers of my ancestors. I don't take it lightly at all.

I sat on my mother's porch with a cup of coffee. I listened to the birds chirp. The neighbor’s AC Unit rap a few bars. The wind whistle something from an age before mine. My son yelling tunes that haven’t been written yet — not sure I’ll live to see them either. I could even hear Big Red — the large red leaf tree in the front deep in meditation…can you imagine that?! Eavesdropping on the meditation of a tree. We all have our own unique set of spiritual gifts. And I think it's time we wear them a bit more proudly and loudly.

All signs and symbols. That the time has come for me to sing new songs. But I have to write them first. And in order to write them, I have to feel them. I've been in the studio both solo and with my band. We're working on so much. And it feels so different this time because I am in the ART of the thing -- not the business of it. I don't care about your comparisons. I don't care what any peer of mine is up to. While I wish us all well and prosperity, I care about my art. I care about healing. I care about the stories that need to be told to serve the world especially in a time where they are destroying books and re-writing history. I care about the TRUTH. I care about THE LOVE. I care about authenticity, purity, REAL shit.

Please take this first entry as a premise, a basis upon which all future writing should be received in context. My name is Lauren Eylise. And this is just another chapter of my story...