I know I am not the only one awake. Lying in my bed, wrapped in quiet warmth, while my thoughts unravel and circle back, refusing to sleep beside me....Read more

Marshes and meadows Sunshine and shadows Gentle ripples on the calm river Foaming rapids in white water The jungle echoes in the semi-darkness whi...Read more

Iphigenia— “strong-born,” they say. Such is the meaning of my name. Born to strength. Mycenae is my home. Daughter of the land, firstborn of Agamemn...Read more

The wind keeps blowing, as it always does— a playful sweep brushing my face, tugging at my unruly hair. Sometimes I wish I were the wind, slipping...Read more