Reading this suddenly I remember a dream from last night in which I watch my daughter waterpaint using so much water the paint turns into a small pool. I let her go her way, I do not interfere.
I love it! Everything steeped in memory, dream, mystery. Thank you for sharing this. Little water rainbow pools are the sweetest kind of magic; tiny portals and invitations into play ❣️
You inspire me to start a nightly painting practice too… and also to connect with watercolor again! I also love that you included the Tidekeeper into your article. Can‘t wait to have her here with us 💜🙏🏻 Thanks for your creativity, your writing, your art. Inspiring me always.
Thank you so much, Rachel. I’d love to see what you create with watercolors. Let me know when the Tidekeeper arrives. I truly can’t wait for you to receive your package—it’s on its way with so much care and love.
I love your nightly painting practice, and the emergence of memories with the act of connecting with color through water. Thank you for sharing such beauty and depth with us.
This has been a lovely surprise gift as I wake from a dream of deep remembering and intense loving connection in which
We are walking and talking and planning how to keep our love strong, I am also drawing ...a garlic plant in a pot! Reminds me I need to draw more. As I waken I remember he is dead but still the connection is so strong and though we were never together we were closer than any of my actual physically close relationships. Then I remember other deep connections also related to him .. and us. I love what you have awoken in me and feel determined to build and strengthen the community of people who are important in my life and whose creativity nurtures my own. This is strong! With love Karen
Karen, thank you for reading and for sharing your dream so tenderly. Garlic in a dream feels like such a powerful symbol, one of protection, of ancestral presence, of something earthy and essential returning to you. And your love feels like he's woven through lifetimes with you. Beautiful. Our dreams always nudging us in the right direction. Big hugs <3
This here feels so important: “The water is helping me remember. And in times like these—when genocides are controversial, when wealth fuels war instead of care, when oligarchs rule, and the murder of children is justified, when machines mimic what was once sacred—I ask you to remember, too. Remember who you are. Remember what you know.”
Immediate thoughts of thirsty mothers unable to nurse their babies—in all corners of the world for varying reasons and degrees of separation from nature, destruction from disconnected corruption.
The machines brought also the bottling of water to mind—and the irony of lack of clean drinking water weather bottled or not.
And the visual of you? Water coloring, slow living as resistance, revolution, remembrance.
Thank you, Lauren, for listening, for witnessing, and for being. Thank you for this aching reflection. The water calls us, the earth calls us to remember, to rise, and to come together in the work of healing, of restoration, of love.
Reading this suddenly I remember a dream from last night in which I watch my daughter waterpaint using so much water the paint turns into a small pool. I let her go her way, I do not interfere.
Thank you for sharing, loving it ♡
I love it! Everything steeped in memory, dream, mystery. Thank you for sharing this. Little water rainbow pools are the sweetest kind of magic; tiny portals and invitations into play ❣️
You inspire me to start a nightly painting practice too… and also to connect with watercolor again! I also love that you included the Tidekeeper into your article. Can‘t wait to have her here with us 💜🙏🏻 Thanks for your creativity, your writing, your art. Inspiring me always.
Thank you so much, Rachel. I’d love to see what you create with watercolors. Let me know when the Tidekeeper arrives. I truly can’t wait for you to receive your package—it’s on its way with so much care and love.
I’m inspired to sit again with the watercolors in my life and see what flows from the brush.
I love that you're inspired. Thank you!
I love your nightly painting practice, and the emergence of memories with the act of connecting with color through water. Thank you for sharing such beauty and depth with us.
Thank you for reading, I feel your love. These rituals have been a pure balm for my soul, so much clarity coming through.
This has been a lovely surprise gift as I wake from a dream of deep remembering and intense loving connection in which
We are walking and talking and planning how to keep our love strong, I am also drawing ...a garlic plant in a pot! Reminds me I need to draw more. As I waken I remember he is dead but still the connection is so strong and though we were never together we were closer than any of my actual physically close relationships. Then I remember other deep connections also related to him .. and us. I love what you have awoken in me and feel determined to build and strengthen the community of people who are important in my life and whose creativity nurtures my own. This is strong! With love Karen
Karen, thank you for reading and for sharing your dream so tenderly. Garlic in a dream feels like such a powerful symbol, one of protection, of ancestral presence, of something earthy and essential returning to you. And your love feels like he's woven through lifetimes with you. Beautiful. Our dreams always nudging us in the right direction. Big hugs <3
This here feels so important: “The water is helping me remember. And in times like these—when genocides are controversial, when wealth fuels war instead of care, when oligarchs rule, and the murder of children is justified, when machines mimic what was once sacred—I ask you to remember, too. Remember who you are. Remember what you know.”
Immediate thoughts of thirsty mothers unable to nurse their babies—in all corners of the world for varying reasons and degrees of separation from nature, destruction from disconnected corruption.
The machines brought also the bottling of water to mind—and the irony of lack of clean drinking water weather bottled or not.
And the visual of you? Water coloring, slow living as resistance, revolution, remembrance.
This was —is— meaningful. Thank you.
Thank you, Lauren, for listening, for witnessing, and for being. Thank you for this aching reflection. The water calls us, the earth calls us to remember, to rise, and to come together in the work of healing, of restoration, of love.