Linda Raha's Writing Corner
It is as if the whole world were standing still; we are waiting for baby Henry to arrive. I do not know what color his eyes will be, or if his fingers will be short, or long. I do know this; I think I have loved him since forever, before the mention of his name.
I caught sight of the lilies, balancing my coffee cup in hand; their still, silent wonder made me catch my breath. No words for such a thing; just a knowing of what is and what is not. Perhaps, it is their lovely heads, so serene on a summer morning; they are so soft, like the
It has been a morning of endless chores; drifts of laundry piled up and ready for play on the merry-go-round, errant belongings all gone astray. I think of Sanibel Island and I might be there picking shells today; or maybe, I could go to that beach in California, all made up of sea glass. I
I have dearly loved the work of certain poets, and they have enriched my life, but the poetry of life itself is something altogether different. It too, has a meter and a beat, lines that are melancholy, and lines that are sweet. The poetry presents itself to us each day, a new page yet unwritten.
I wait each and every year for my blue hydrangea to bloom. Only then, will it be June; only then, will I know that summer is on its way. It is such a lovely thing, with deep-green velvet leaves, and the bluest flowers you have ever seen. The blossoms tug at my heart, the remembrance
Every now and then, I forget the importance of my dreamer shoes; I slip on that oh so practical pair in the back of the closet, the pair that might have been perfect, but never really were. They kind of make my feet hurt, but they look good. And they are very practical, sort of
I do not own a summer house, a magical bungalow beside the sea, and yet there is magic in my house each and every summer. Perhaps, it is that summer is a state of mind, and it invades even the nooks and crannies of our everyday life. I do know this; there is nothing so
There lies in life a field of dreams; there is such a bounty to choose from. The hills rise up in the morning light; we gather our buttercups, yellow-gold staining our fingers. Everywhere, there is clover, an incense we know is fleeting; the bees know too, and are quick to pass clover to clover, before
Our front porch is a great place for birds to hang out, but when I open the door, and they fly inside, we have a problem! Just like you or I, when we find ourselves in a place we don't want to be, the birds have a dilemma; suddenly, they feel trapped, and there seems
We all have our favorite things that we greatly enjoy; sometimes though, it is fun to embrace something different, something totally new. The truth is, you never know unless you try the unexpected. Change can be exhilarating! I often order the same exact thing when I eat out at a restaurant. I love crab cakes.