It’s true! From the Greek goddess of peace, Irene or (Eirene). I was feeling kinda whimsical today and created this depiction of what I would 🧐 like in my full colors 🌈 as a goddess of peace. ✌🏽 What do you think? Too godly?

Go figure... https://youtube.com/shorts/Ms7m657Qsx0?si=M1FCmuEBVR0kKzGI

Dear @Krista Hartzell , We’re so grateful that your journey has brought you to Our Peaceful Liberation. 💙 May this be a place where your spirit can exhale, your heart can expand, and your unique light is celebrated. When you have a moment, we’d love to get to know you! Feel free to share: 🌎 Where are you joining us from? ✨ What inspired you to become part of Our Peaceful Liberation? 🌱 What kind of peace are you hoping to cultivate in this next chapter of your life? When you’re ready, I’d also love to invite you to schedule your Storyteller Reading at http://renanicole.com. It’s a beautiful opportunity for us to connect one-on-one, explore the story your life has been weaving, and uncover the gifts you’re here to share with the world. Take your time wandering through the Classroom, joining conversations, and connecting with fellow peacebuilders. There’s no rush and no expectation to have everything figured out—we’re all walking this path together, one compassionate step at a time. To our Peaceful Liberators, please join me in giving Krista a warm, joyful welcome! 🎉💙 Drop a hello, share some encouragement, and help make her feel right at home. Welcome home, Krista. 🌿✨ May your time here be filled with inspiration, meaningful connections, and gentle reminders that every act of peace—no matter how small—helps create a more beautiful world. 🌍💙

🥛Which ist are you?🖌️

Verse 1 The evening paints the tallest trees With whispered shades of rose. The sky is writing lullabies Only the forest knows. My little garden lifts its face, Drinking every hue, As if the Earth herself believes Tomorrow starts anew. Pre-Chorus Every bloom is breathing, Every branch is praying. Even in the fading light, Love is gently staying. Chorus Oh, sing to me, sweet twilight sky, Wrap my heart in shades of fire. Teach these roots beneath my feet How to reach a little higher. If the stars are waiting Just beyond the pines tonight, I’ll become a quiet song Carried on the evening light. Verse 2 The cedar keeps a thousand tales Inside its weathered skin. The flowers never ask the dawn If it will rise again. They simply open, petal first, To whatever comes their way. Faith is just a blossom Choosing hope another day. Bridge Maybe peace is not a place, Maybe peace is this… A wooden porch, a forest breath, A sunset’s gentle kiss. No applause, no grand parade, Just a soul set free, Finding all the universe In one quiet evening. Final Chorus Oh, sing to me, sweet twilight sky, Color every fear with grace. Let the forest hold my heart Like it always knew my place. When the darkness gathers, I will never walk alone. The flowers, trees, and setting sun Remind me I am home. Outro And when the morning calls my name, I’ll carry dusk inside… A little pink upon my soul, A little forest in my eyes. Where the pines remember, And the flowers softly sway… That’s where I’ll find my song, At the close of every day. 🌲🌸🌅 ~R.N.Morabe aka. @Rena Nicole Please 👍🏽 and Share 🤲🏽 my song 🎶 Listen here 👇🏽 https://suno.com/s/nHvdfPxFb2fa5Dvr