Daaaaaaaaaaaaang it’s been awhile!

Quote: Turns out… I’m not set up for traditional meditation, even the STARS say so. After YEARS of learning about it, researching it, and feeling bad I wouldn’t make time for it, stick to it, and thinking I was failing hard, in therapy this week, we explored why. Turns out… childhood sexual abuse survivors have an especially hard time doing traditional meditation. Oh good, I’m off the hook for quieting the mind… At first I was pissed but another lesson this week: acceptance and celebration of who and where I am in life right now is called for! I can take baby steps toward other types of focusing activities – WALKING once this ankle heals, drawing, song-writing, poetry, arts of all kinds. Good thing I like doing all those things. 🙂 Even the stars are validating of late.
“Thank you Universe, more please.” – http://www.ChristineClifton.com

Song: Eddie Vedder (aka *melt* incarnate) – Better Days https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUYzQ_6xhU4 Lyrics included because they’re perfect.

Dedication: This week is dedicated to all the people in my life who have helped me after this surgery. It was a blow for which I did not plan adequately. Had no idea how painful, tiring and aggravating getting around without the use of one of my feet. Dang. So to you my grandparents, Christine, Bruce, Maggie May… Crystal, Els, Deborah, Michelle for all that food, and all you out there who’ve been so helpful and rad, I send you my greatest thanks and humble gratitude. Asking for what you need is hard af. Allowing yourself to be taken care of.. that’s hard. Learning this lesson is an ongoing process and I’m grateful for that too.

Dear Humans,
Weeeeeellllllll the past several weeks have been nutso! As per my dedication for this year, ankle surgery happened two weeks ago, tomorrow. The summer semester of Critical Thinking has begun and I’m teaching online only. A blessing in disguise since I’m laid up and can’t bear weight on my ankle for several weeks. Last week, singing at the Kraken was a huge honor and has sparked some lovely ideas about how the lead-up to the album release. My Democracy Matters organizing is over for the school year as of the 15th of May. We start back in the Fall when the students return. Saxy Tarot is now up and running! I’ve been reading Tarot for a long time privately, however I’ve been called to make a business out of it to help fund my music career! Feels totally in alignment with this new self-acceptance and my obsession with the occult (astrology, Tarot, Numerology, candles, witchery in general…) I hope that it takes off! Readings will also now be available online. Schedule yours now to support the upcoming album! https://www.schedulicity.com/scheduling/STRFQ6

#LivingQueryoftheWeek – How is your work or career in alignment with your innermost values and desires? I’m beginning to feel the connection by incorporating things I would have been shameful about growing up. Southern Baptists frown upon such things… Thank goodness that’s not the church I go to. Ha.Ha.Ha….

Y’all have a lovely week. I’ll be in bed doing bed yoga so my ass doesn’t stay numb for 23 hours straight… Looking forward to singing and playing out again soon!

Upcoming Shows:

May 28 – 9pm Weekly online song debut series

June 4 – 9pm Weekly online song debut series

June 15 – 7-10 One-Hit Wonders All-Star Show @ The Kraken

June 18 – 9pm Weekly online song debut series

June 25 – 9pm Weekly online song debut series

June 28 – 7-9pm Show at the Eddy Pub w/Bruce Horvath 

June 29 – 8-10 Show at Hyperion Bar/Lounge, Mebane, NC w/Bruce Horvath 

Last few weeks in pictures:

Moooooooon and Twilight
Lessons.
Kitty company and coffee reading in the morning.
A DAMN FINE quote.
Live videos….
Joyridin….
The bed-art-medicine cave
Post-op

Sup y’all! It’s nearly Wednesday! Just wanted to share the little song we did tonight and let you know I’m playing at the Kraken tomorrow night! Gonna set up a live video on Facebook so you can tune in!!

Hope you can see this facebook like video! Live 5th song release w/Bruce!

Upcoming show dates:

Taken for our very first show poster 2 years ago. ❤ Love Bruce!
One of my favorite pics of us. ❤
Happy birthday yesterday to my dear sweet Phil Cheney, the one, the only Capitan Tortuga de las Rowboats and my amazing historical Northern housemate and girlfriend Meg Luce! ❤
A Bird on a Wire, a photo by Benjamin Clark. My dear friend who is now among the stars. I have been playing his ukulele a lot of late and wanted to give him a shout out through the ether. You are missed.

Tonight, live from Boone North Carolina I got to play with my dear friend Jeff at my dear friend Cindy’s house. Hope you enjoy! If you like what you hear, please consider donating to the studio album recording I’m working on now! 5% of all donations go towards RAINN.org

Link below is the live video link! Love everybody! Be sure you go see the Moon if you can, that little thumbnail is beautiful tonight!

https://www.facebook.com/anitalorrainemusic/videos/646714715772269/

Virtual tip jar! https://www.gofundme.com/anitalorrainemooresacredalbumrecording

As the Moon grows to darkness

I tap my foot to the music above

the heart throbbing below

The heart of this moment,

the heart of these messages,

of Earth

Tapping in, jumping into still water

Counting every ripple from above, hovering

The spider shakes her shimmering web,

All will feel it ~

From her… to what she catches

Catch, consume, escape

by chance of sacred Divine…

You were supposed to be free

you are supposed to fly

Justice catches us, compels us

Understand effects

Effects of our people

Our culture

Our system

Our breastfed fathers

Our negligent mothers

We live out these dreams

We call in our strengths…

if we know what’s good for us

Only in hindsight can we, truly

Speak the language of the passing clouds

The knowing,

The acceptance,

The liminal, everlasting momentary

guarantee keeps me

projects me into the wheel, the void, the Fool

again ~

into eternal Release

The workshop today

This rhythm is rolling
rolling around inside my undulating chest
and heart
Sitting at this wooden table,
contemplating it not being real
and part of me
and part of you
and I’m not really touching it, it’s touching me.

The music changes, I dream of being a poet.
I dream of being who I am.

I dream of making music unabashedly humble,
grateful to share this gift with the Greats.

To only for a moment think of all those who laid the path before me,
those brave and enduring souls who, pebble by pebble, note by note, stroke by stroke, experience by heartbreakingly joyful, or painful, experience,
tapped in.

They tapped in, not out.
Some through Divine Spirit intervention,
some through straight up booze,
whatever the avenue, whatever the teacher,
it brought about my ancestors of music and word. They walked that road.

Creative muse lingers just outside our reach and we must take heed.
We must cook up that stew

be ready when the salt falls from the shelf to delightfully enrich our slippery, sensuous, slimy, salubrious, sacred soup.
So thank you. Thank you greats. Thank you oldies, thank you newbies, thank you those who have yet to be born.
Thank you for learnin’ me to open up, stand up straight, be connected to the ground, and lift my head and sing – those notes are not mine, they are Ours.