The Ancestors are waiting

The Ancestors are waiting

It is a dark path. I can barely see my hand in front of me, and I feel uneasy. Who is on the other side? Do they wish me well? I walk, slowly, step by step, feeling the walls with my hands, stumbling on branches and stones. All of a sudden, fear overcomes me and my...
Dreaming of Summer Days

Dreaming of Summer Days

Even though it was late Spring, she could feel a cold breeze touching her face. A shiver run through her body. Brrrr. Without thinking twice, she reached for her sheepskin and covered herself with it. The Sun was shinning and the warmth of its rays were welcomed by...