“Small steps. I’ve been trying to treat myself better. I like to do my make up in the morning. I repeat some affirmations. Something for me.”

I am proud to be and I am Welsh, a mother, a wife, a friend and a musician.

I hope to create something that can bring you a little joy, in exchange for the joy I feel making music for you.

Being home with two babies has been challenging and fun, while trying to carve out an identity for myself beyond it.

I love to take the time to blend harmonies and give them depth.

I ask myself am I a mother, a musician, a model again one day perhaps. The answer is simply yes. A woman is many complex things.

I am often asked what my aspirations for my music are. Do I want to fill big stadiums? Do I want to be a star? I just want to touch a few people’s hearts and show my daughters that they can follow their dreams.

I hope to help make a better world for my daughters; to help break down the divides that still very much exist.

My mental space is when I get to a place of creativity, and I can just be myself while I am writing and connecting with the material.

Making music is so much fun.

I am often asked how many instruments I can play. My main instrument is the piano – I spent time as a concert pianist.

Nothing is as glossy and perfect as it seems on social media.

“Small Voice” is a deeply personal song I wrote the lyrics and music for.

My father is a Baptist minister and my parents encouraged my music, always having me sing in front of an audience.

A proud moment was my very first hater telling me you’ve got a great voice, please stop waving your hands around.

Lately, since I can’t run, I’ve been getting back into yoga. Feels good to take a few moments of peace for myself in the day.

Promises were made and broken. Only you could keep me open.

Heal the past by living fully in the present moment.

One day, you’ll be home again.

I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.

Nothing is more beautiful than two broken hearts healing each other.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

You grow more with the pain than with pleasure.