Meet Daphne

She´s the very first draft of an idea that has been going on in my mind for some time, so I´m fully aware she´s very imperfect and primitive. And if you call her Medusa, I´ll send virtual Furies after you ;-)
Daphne doesn´t like getting old, therefore any kind of death, be it actual or symbolical, frightens her. Loving Phoebus means she´ll have to leave a lot of her 'ninph' self  behind, and there´s the risk he won´t be with her forever. So, becoming a tree seems like an alternative - at first, and at a price.
I obviously based myself on the Greek myth of Apollo and Daphne, but I want to show my idea of what/who Daphne and Phoebus could be.

Here´s a beautiful poem called 'Daphne' by Faye George

That Other Home

What is it made of? This home that we have within? Whether we like it or not, and among other things, it is made of other people, of what we acquire or inherit from them. And we carry it with us wherever we go. It´s an inseparable part of our self (not ourselves). And, again, whether that is good or not for some, the main people who live in our home within are our parents, or their absence, or what is left of our life with them. Both my parents are gone, but they were certainly essential for my home within. I thought about that in this 'story': THE HOME WITHIN, by Luciana Lhullier

Storytelling Adventures

It seems, for some of us,that the older we get the more daring... So now I´m telling stories. Who´d thought! I am making things up and loving every minute of it. Funny enough, they tell more about myself than any blog post ever will. This is one of my adventures in storytelling(I recommend the website; it´s great):

Wings, by Luciana