Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I woke up this morning half-expecting to see a mountain view; however, I was back home in my own bed, far away from SnowShoe Mountain, West Virginia. We drove home yesterday, leaving the mountain behind us. We rented a house for a long weekend at SnowShoe Resort. It was very quiet, as this is the
Winter soon will come; white snow will blanket the earth. I feel the shifting seasons in my bones; I understand the chill of what will be. Still, I cling to my pieces of sea glass; I hold them up to the sun. They shimmer endlessly, turquoise, green, and amber; yesterday's treasure is mine to keep.
Take charge of your life and your days. Make room for joy. Focus on beginning and ending each day with a grateful heart, remembering all the good that is in your life. 2. Smile more. Be kind to yourself as well as others. Dream big dreams and keep taking little steps to make those dreams
It was a summer of porch parties at our house; now with colder weather on the way, the porch needs a seasonal lift. In the age of Covid 19, outdoor entertaining is the way to go, but, the cold does put a damper on things! The weekend before this past one, the weather got cold.
There is a feeling you get when you enter a forest; you cannot help but look up, see the sky etched between the branches. Sometimes, those great boughs seem so heavy, as if they carried the weight of the world; the twisted limbs remind us that life is not always easy. And then, there is
I hear them still; sometimes, at night, I wake up as if from a bad dream. I see those brave ones climbing the tower steps; they march together, people of many colors. The monks in monasteries sing their chants; the sound of these marching boots is a love song too. We must not forget their
I do so need a blue sky day; I need to remember to brush the clouds away. The clouds can weigh so heavy; there are heaps of ash I need to tow from a blaze long spent. The flickering flame of happy hours still is lit within my heart; I must follow the embers, and
I love my garden; I love my blue sky for a roof. I love the decor of my garden room; the colors blend in a lovely way, deep red tomatoes, bright yellow sunflowers, and pale green cucumbers. The trellis is so magical, weaving vines, like a tapestry upon a wall; I am at home here.
There is a river that flows within you; it knows no end. It began on the day that you were born; you opened your eyes and you were part of a family. Then, your world expanded; you made a friend; you fell in love. The river ebbed and flowed, seeking only to grow stronger, day
I have been blessed in recent years with a 'tree house office'; I have a private retreat that is all my own. Before, it was always a bedroom for one of my children. Now that the children are grown, and have their own houses, this room on the second floor is mine. I have one