IndiVibes: The Spark Was Never Gone
I didn’t step into 2026 loud. I stepped in observant.
I let myself move gently into the year. No big declarations. No pressure to prove anything. Just honesty. The kind that requires you to sit still long enough to hear your own thoughts clearly.
Do I still feel the spark
the same way?
Not, “Can I sing?”
Not, “Can I perform?”
I know what I can do.
But passion is a living thing. It shifts with you. It deepens. It asks to be nurtured. And as someone who creates from emotion first, I had to check in with my spirit. Was I creating from overflow? Or just from obligation?
We celebrate consistency as artists. We praise discipline. But we don’t talk enough about the pause. The sacred in-between. The moments where you protect your energy instead of pushing past it. The moments where you choose to preserve yourself instead of perform for the world.
February always brings me inward. Black History Month reminds me that creating as a Black artist has never been just about artistry. It’s preservation. It’s inheritance. It’s memory woven into melody. The music we make carries resilience in its bones. It carries stories that existed long before we did.
And self-preservation has always been part of that story.
Our ancestors created to survive. To document joy. To protect their inner worlds in spaces that tried to take them. So when I slow down to reflect on my spark, I don’t see it as falling off. I see it as tending to the flame. Guarding it. Making sure it’s still mine.
In January, I performed at The Fire.
The moment I stepped onto that stage, something inside me relaxed. My voice didn’t second-guess itself. My body didn’t hesitate. It felt steady. Familiar. Like coming home after being away longer than you realized.
That performance reminded me that doubt can sit with you quietly for weeks, but alignment only needs a moment to make itself known.
After the show, I was approached about performing in a March showcase. There was no rush attached to it. No frantic energy. It felt natural. Timed. Gentle.
So I’m really happy to share that I’ll be performing at Club 624 on Friday, March 27th, 2026 from 8:00 PM to 12:00 AM at 624 S Sixth Street in Philadelphia.
Announcing this during Black History Month feels intentional. It feels like honoring the lineage that allows me to stand on any stage at all. It feels like moving forward while staying rooted. And it feels like practicing self-preservation by trusting my own rhythm instead of forcing someone else’s timeline.
Sometimes preservation looks like rest.
Sometimes it looks like boundaries.
And sometimes it looks like stepping back into the light and realizing the spark was never gone.
It was just being protected.
March 27th feels like momentum, yes. But more than that, it feels like emotional confirmation. Like my inner world and my outer movement are finally in conversation with each other.
If you’ve been questioning your own spark this year, I hope you give yourself permission to protect it instead of panic. You don’t lose what’s meant for you. You deepen it. You guard it. You grow with it.
Philadelphia, I’ll see you at Club 624.
With intention and heart,
Indigo Asaá✨
