anitalorrainemoore

Musician devoted to Justice, Creativity, and Courage


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“Darlene” – final song release tonight ♥️

“Darlene” (link to FB video here)~ last (15th) song on my upcoming album: #SurrenderingToTheSacred ~ This one is the most difficult to sing, but necessary for my growth and for this album to be complete. I thank my grandparents for being my safety when there was none elsewhere. I thank my sister for her brave soul. I thank the Sacred Spirit within me for shining when nothing else was lit.

Please consider donating to my album, 5% of all donations go to RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) is the nation’s largest anti-sexual violence organization. RAINN created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline (800.656.HOPE) in partnership with more than 1,000 local sexual assault service providers across the country.)

To donate, visit:

gofundme.com/anitalorrainemooresacredalbumrecording

#WeeklySongSeries

Thank you ALL for your support of this music, it means the world to me.

$40 = 1 hour in the studio! $5 = gas back and forth to the studio! It all helps!

Drink water, be peaceful, be grateful.

Lucky timing today. 11:11

My amazing grandparents at lunch yesterday. I am so thankful for them, in so many countless and deep ways.

Me as a small-sized.

Learning to fly.

Embracing my inner/outer goddess. Artwork by world-renowned body painters, Scott Fray and Madelyn Greco. ♥️


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#WeeklySongSeries 11!!

Hey yall!

Tonight’s song is the 11th on the upcoming album #SurrenderingToTheSacred and it’s entitled, “Sweeter Than Falling” w/Tim Smith on the piano! Here’s the video link: https://www.facebook.com/anitalorrainemusic/videos/429157767941145/

If you like what you hear, please consider donating!

gofundme.com/anitalorrainemooresacredalbumrecording

Thank you ALL for your support of this music, it means the world to me.


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Sacred Days – Fundraiser story

https://www.gofundme.com/f/anitalorrainemooresacredalbumrecording

Hello my dearest Community,

Literally all my life people have said to me, “Anita, seriously, why aren’t you pursuing music and singing professionally?” This year, I am doing just that (and more…) and started the recording phase of my first full-length album entitled Surrendering To The Sacred Demos .  I’m so excited about this project and your help is key in making it real!  Last summer with everyone’s help, I quit my Summer job waiting tables and I completed all the demos (listen by clicking the link above) and finished up the songs themselves. Then I started working in the fall with my 9th year with Democracy Matters, mentoring young political organizers to get big money out of politics and this past Spring, I also started teaching Critical Thinking at Alamance Community College. 

I really don’t want to badger people all the time, so I don’t send out emails… basically ever.  However, if everyone I know donated $5, I could most definitely cover most production and recording costs. Facebook only reaches some folks I know and this blog is more personal, I hope. 

So here’s the breakdown:  It’s $40 an hour for recording in the studio and with production/reproduction it adds up to about $5200+ for the project.  I’ve raised about $1520 so far over the last 2 months!  I’ve been working extra hard to save and performing shows. I’ve been putting all I make into a jar!  I even started another side-gig reading tarot cards (another side-passion of mine since I was a teenager) to raise extra dough.  

If you can help, You have until the album is in production to donate! 

5% of the fundraiser goes to https://www.rainn.org/  As a sexual abuse and incest survivor myself, I have dedicated this album to all the brave people who have come forward in recent years to stand up for themselves and others, in hopes to emancipate our world from the same violent oppression.  My name change from Kinney to Moore (my grandparents’), June 26, 2018, is a direct result of these experiences. Amazing what’s in a name.  

RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) is the nation’s largest anti-sexual violence organization. RAINN created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline (800.656.HOPE) in partnership with more than 1,000 local sexual assault service providers across the country.

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So much love yall. This last year has been transformational.  Through therapy and self-healing work I have been called to encapsulate my life experience through the making of art, music and this sacred album, thriving and growing into a whole, creative human.

I thank all of you for your support and love,

Anita Lorraine Moore


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Fundraiser Starts Today!! Help me to make my first album!! 🎶💜💓💜🙏💜💓💜🎶

www.gofundme.com/anitalorrainemusic

Poem about the process and #SurrenderingtotheSacred continued from the last episode to catch yall up:

The Mystery Still

They used to call that old white lightning “moonshine” in these hills

How many lips of other those words or family ties it breaks and kills

Strawberry apple pie or dark cherry kinds

But I found a new flavor my fingers and heart longed to find

Paid heed to the unanswered questions I spent too much time tryin to answer

Somewhere down the line I met a spirit and she bade me to release her

She gave me the keys to an old wooden shed

Her hair was long and dark, she was only 3 and her granddad’s hair was red

She came from the deep, A dark despair trail of loneliness

She rows up from the ashes and held me through the hunger and distress

In that shed, she showed me the silver, the copper and the gold

She showed me the jewels inside me, once I thought I couldn’t hold

She said the way it worked was this,

“you fill it up here and it makes a little hiss,

What you put in it is who you’ve been

What comes out that mystery still is your destiny, my friend”

The mystery still, a belly full of unknown

Stands in that shed just waiting to be blown

Open side, all the ingredients are there

You

“You just gotta believe” she said, “in yourself, if you dare”

I’ll show you the way cause you couldn’t even see

No matter how hard you tried, that spirit… What will be will be

“and that’s the magic” she said to me

Of sacred mysteries that come from pain and grief

Do you know her name, down this path you must go

Of surrender and sorrow of joy you can know

This still don’t make moonshine, but the Moonglows here still

Upon deep waters, wet and a tear stained two dollar bill

The birds are all calling and cannot be boxed in

Your dreams are free and aloof just like the wind

Ask for them to come and to you they will find

Their way through the core, the ground, from the mines

The caves you dug a long time ago

We’re dug by the same shovel that now makes you grow

This girl she smiled, as I sat down in awe

Bowed my head in silence, in reverence; I had no flaws

Suddenly I was sacred when I drink from that still

I’d learn the hard way, then she screamed, her voice hard and shrill

“your mantle, your fireside, your magic, I live inside.

You must off and stoke the fire and feed me” she cried

You never are done, don’t think you’ve made it

Each day, remember to keep the right flame lit

Don’t let it go out, else you’ll have to start over

And axe to this still, and your spirit sinks lower

Out of reach, out of time, out of luck, out of rhymes

Just put back on your skates and roll outside all the lines

You’re still is your own,

Every seed you have soon

Weights and yearns for your return

Build another fire to burn

If you still don’t know what this still is about

Think of a soul, longing to get out

As in distill, intoxicate your beautiful self

With the mystery of what is, take it down off the shelf

You open a portal and let spirit in

You release your control over who it is you’ve been

That little girl who showed me the way

She’s a firestarter, pyromaniac it play

She can blow up some shit because she knows no better

But refined… She is genius and shakes her tail feather

The horizon cannot hold her, this child of God and Moore

She put in the time and said Grace for her store

This mystery still she’s found out how to use

Is a vertical prayer, open to gnosis and truth

I’m learning to use it, growing day by day

Excepting my feelings, no judgment, and a loving and kind away

As she hand me the keys and I return to make my shine

She lies back, relaxes and daydreams all the time

I long to filter out what I’ve been told versus what I know

My innermost yearnings, the balance, the flow

The gut, the tingles, the pangs and the blood is still warm

I’ll tell me the truth, like a pouring down storm

It’s like talking to God, From a sacred, me – shaped telephone booth

The mystery still takes me, shapes me, and provides me with the truth