After my debut CD, “Home” in 2000, it never occurred to me to write a second one. As “Home” was dedicated to my mother who was battling pancreatic cancer, I rushed to get that production up and running before she left. With the Grammy nominations, I did not feel the urge to create more music. Within the next 10 years since its release, I had a creative block so bad that I could no longer sing, much less write a song. I gave in to the belief that it was over for me. This – coming from someone who used to write a song per week and was in the recording studio every week for one project or another. I stood in the grief of losing my mother and then my job.

In 2006, I attempted to write two songs that were statements about my spirituality, “Om Shanti” and the other dedicated to abused children like Nixzmary Brown, “My Name.” I recorded “My Name” but it didn’t feel comfortable to me in the manner all other songs had. So I did nothing with it though I still believe in its message.

Then in 2010 something happened. Something broke. I saw myself stepping aside and without much of that old writer’s judgment, I wrote the song that would lift me up: “Looking Up” inspired by the book, “How Starbucks Saved My Life.” The book was written by a man who was fired from his ad agency job, the same ad agency I was fired from and at the same age but maybe a few years apart. We loved our work so much that upon being laid off, though at first we were optimistic about the possibilities, we hit our bottoms…in different ways of course. You can read his book and find out what happened to him and his family, but I closed down completely.

Each of us had to stretch way beyond our comfort zones in order to live in this world. He found a job at Starbucks, made amends to his family and himself. I started having feelings other than anger and fear. I met a woman at a poetry reading, friendly, she wanted to know about me. I told her about how I moved across the country, which I believed saved my life. She listened, then paused. Then said that I experienced a resurrection. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and it was then that I realized the title for my new music project. I found my inner voice, my writing ability, the fire that once was there resurface. “Resurrection” will celebrate my life, the wonderment, the love and more. Stay tuned to my website: MusicByZenobia.com, for updates as I am in production.