Goodness, your painting is simply glorious, Renee. And your words always cultivate within me a longing to look deeper, think harder, and be curious about what I find. Thank you.💛🙏🏻🌼
Renee you’re a gifted painter! I hope you do more of these watercolour paintings. I came across Green Tara for the first time last year when someone was reciting the mantra in a movie I was watching. Thank you for sharing your words with love and compassion. Your energy is felt 💚
She curled into a ball, the quilt that her mama made her twisting into her. If she could follow her mama, she would. Life without her seemed impossible. She prayed for the oblivion of sleep to take her far far away.
Bombs shook the ground. The little girl clung to her older brother. He was the only one left. Her brother held her, but she could feel the quiver of his muscles. The children just wanted to smell their mama’s cooking and hear their papa laugh again. War is hell.
# These are both captivating and I would love to read more.
The expression on your Green Tara is both peaceful and joyous. She is lovely.
Hey Renee! Thinking of you today. Haven’t seen a post from you for a while. Hope you’re ok 🙏🏽
Goodness, your painting is simply glorious, Renee. And your words always cultivate within me a longing to look deeper, think harder, and be curious about what I find. Thank you.💛🙏🏻🌼
Renee you’re a gifted painter! I hope you do more of these watercolour paintings. I came across Green Tara for the first time last year when someone was reciting the mantra in a movie I was watching. Thank you for sharing your words with love and compassion. Your energy is felt 💚
She curled into a ball, the quilt that her mama made her twisting into her. If she could follow her mama, she would. Life without her seemed impossible. She prayed for the oblivion of sleep to take her far far away.
Bombs shook the ground. The little girl clung to her older brother. He was the only one left. Her brother held her, but she could feel the quiver of his muscles. The children just wanted to smell their mama’s cooking and hear their papa laugh again. War is hell.
# These are both captivating and I would love to read more.