I sat with myself and took my demons to tea and let them be. I asked for help even though it was really, really hard. I withdrew from everyone. It was all scary stuff. So, I wrote songs about it.

In early 2021, after a long winter compounded by the isolation of the pandemic, I experienced my first spring in Madrid. The smell of the green, the singing of the birds, the long afternoons at Retiro Park marveling at nature–this was the beginning of a season of intense inner growth.

Unlike In(her) Peace, these are not medicine songs in the way that my first album was. Rather, these are song about my feelings: me processing my feelings, me learning things about myself and using songwriting as a way to metabolize the lessons.

I learned that I swallow a lot of words and opinions before I even let myself have them. I learned that nature is a refuge. I learned that water has memory and that my body carries those memories. I learned that for my own sanity and mental health, I have to get out of my head and into my body–through walking and doing things with my hands. I relied on grandma’s wisdom, even if I don’t necessarily follow her religion. I learned to look at my shadows and not try to do anything about them. 

It’s 21 minutes of groove and emotion, which was healing to create.