Art is the language of our souls, our pain, our healing, and our humanity. The voice of the artist is imperative to our survival. I realized in that moment that I needed toĭedicate my life to just two things: healing and nurturing my own creative voice, and holding space for my daughter and fellow artists to do the same. Undone by this world-lit a fire in me that could not be matched by anything I had experienced on stage or in the studio. Holding her perfect whole little being in my arms for the first time-and being in the presence of a woman who hadnʼt been When my daughter was born, I was reborn as well. I met and married a man who taught me to live as the courageous woman I really am, and I rediscovered the holiness of my body as I carried and gave birth to my two children. I wrote an album with my best childhood friend in her studio (that we never released). There were some truly lovely detours as well. To give you a glimpse: I smoked a pack a day, cruising around in my Hummer, meanwhile working as a newly-certified pilates instructor planning my move to Africa. What followed was a pretty epic identity crisis. People have often said I made the brave choice. My anxiety and depression had swallowed me. By the time I was in my early 20s I literally did not know the sound of my own voice. Every bit of this magical creative space was taken leaving no room for me. It felt like a hundred people had dragged their chairs into my magical creative room and sat down with suggestions. I could feel the joy of music draining out of me. I was singing music that wasnʼt my own, wearing clothes made by designers I had never heard of, speaking with authority about things that I had not yet lived, and publicly playing nice with people who were devouring me. I was nominated for a Grammy and even got some plaques for the wall-which I always hid in the closet because I had felt like a fraud. Anyway, I toured the world and sold a lot of albums. Now, in hindsight, I see that it was a bit more jarring to my creative core than I could have predicted. My internal world was big and wild and the idea of stepping into the adventure of being a singer felt only natural. In that moment there was no decision to make. Then, right around the time I started wearing a bra, I was offered a record deal. It was the space where I was truly at home with myself. To sing was to feel my imagination and my body merge. My home was filled with music and I spent Sundays singing in church, so naturally singing became my thing. "My name is Stacie Orrico and I am an artist.Īs far back as I can recall, I have been creating: singing, dancing, telling stories, playing make-believe and conjuring up other worlds. Stacie shared her story on the website, detailing her life in the limelight, the disillusionment that came with working in the music industry, right up to where she is at in her life right now: On the website ( ), it details its mission, to 'find your authentic voice' and 'reignite your inner spark'. Today Stacie also shared a link to a project she has been involved with, titled The Nile Project.
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Stacie has returned to Instagram during the COVID-19 crisis, performing a series of stunning songs as part of the #voiceofthequarantine, which Stacie also encouraged her followers to upload their creative output during this time.