Once upon a time, she walked the length of Aotearoa New Zealand. To scream at the ocean, to sing at the trees, to curse the effing supplejack vine. She walked to process grief, to know alone, to remember home. While she walked, she sang.In an intimate performance of story and songs for wandering feet, Moon's retelling of walking Te Araroa hiking trail, celebrates the power of voice, body, and being shit scared but doing it anyway. Moons unique and raw performance style engages audiences to embrace story, in sometimes uncomfortably intimate, sometimes darkly explosive performances.