London carries with it an echo of my youth. Arriving this time, I felt both a sense of closure and a soft familiarity—like returning to an old chapter, one already lived. And yet, it is not my home, not the…
London carries with it an echo of my youth. Arriving this time, I felt both a sense of closure and a soft familiarity—like returning to an old chapter, one already lived. And yet, it is not my home, not the…
Even A Small Flame Steadies the Night a spiritual and political reflection on June 2025 and the crisis of belonging by LEDA GREEN There are times in history when the human soul is asked to stretch beyond what it…
Japan’s Silent Power: A Call to Rise in Sovereignty by Leda Green Japan has long held a pivotal role in shaping the course of global history. From its powerful emergence in the early 20th century to the devastation of World…
THE END OF TERRORISM AND DICTATORSHIP: A Global Shift in Motion by Leda Green There is a shift happening in our world — one that is difficult to track through headlines alone, but visible to those attuned to deeper currents.…
The Shadow before the Fall A letter of Iran’s looming transformation by Leda Green In these days of quiet tension and loud distractions, I find myself looking at Iran not through the lens of media headlines or military…
AI: The Mirror, The Messenger, and the Momebt of Coice by Leda Green We stand at the edge of a new era, not because of war or weather, but because of something we ourselves created — a mind made…
WHILE THE WORLD WATCHES ELSEWHERE, JAPAN WALKS QUIETLY FORWARD by LEDA GREEN While the eyes of the world fixate on the thunder — on Iran, on Israel, on the crises that scream loudest — a quieter story…
THE GIFT IF AGING, THE POWER IF DISCONNECTION, AND THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE by LEDA GREEN There is something sacred about aging — not as a burden to be mourned, but as a quiet revolution. With every…
DUBAI:WHERE TIME STRETCHES AND TOWERS COMPETE by LEDA GREEN I came here to heal a person. But somewhere between the luxury hotel sheets and the evening strolls, I discovered I was the one quietly healing. Nearly a week now,…
The Wrong Train & the Lonely Artist by Leda Green They say the wrong train always brings you to the right station. And I believe it — deeply, irrevocably — especially now. I boarded a train this morning that wasn’t…
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