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A poet, podcaster and writer of musings seeking to capture emotions through words. I am currently pursuing my dream of becoming a published novelist, in between the multitudinous demands of adult life.
When I am not writing, I spend most of my time with my nose in a book, cooking, painting and meditating. An admitted music fanatic, I feed my addiction by listening to music from a wide range of genres.
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Blog Articles
This article explores music and the emotional connection it has with listeners. Excerpt: "Music is art as it is love, and humankind cannot function without either"
Undiagnosed Children's Awareness Day Base Info Type of Holiday Day Holiday Tone Serious Holiday Dates 4/29 to 4/29 Country International Holiday Category Health Tags Awareness, Health. Does the Holiday Date Change? Yes. Every last Friday in April. Future Dates 2022: 4/29 2023: 4/28 2024:...
Podcasts
Poetry Sessions with rennaya. This podcast episode talks about love. The kind given by people who have made us laugh, people who cried with us and for us. People who gave us love and taught us how to love. A different kind of love. The kind of love that only a friend can bring
This podcast episode is dedicated to the ones who have lost people they loved to the greedy hands of death. You are not alone with your grief.
Poetry and Fiction
"My goal in life is to be happy." I've heard people say this. You've probably also said this, maybe not out loud. We all have. I've also said this, and a long time ago, I wholeheartedly stood behind this. But the truth is, I cannot count the moments that I've felt really, and truly happy.
I AM A WRITER I am a writer! Four words. I define my very existence with these four words, at least I hope to. I have been writing, long before I knew it was what I was doing. Writing my prayers because I was afraid I wouldn't voice them out properly.
I'm slowly adapting to the change in our relationship,I'm learning to unfamiliarize myself with thesound of my name falling off your lips,I'm unlearning the burning touch of your hands setting my insides aflame,I'm learning to sleep on both sides of the bed instead of just the left side,I'm learning to
Faint whispers, easy to miss, Dancing with the wind, enough to bring my feet to a halt. Cold shivers run down my spine. Everything stops. Utter Silence! My heartbeat fills up the empty spaces. My vision blurs out. My knees grow weak and give out. Faint whispers, hard to miss, Carried by the wind.