Linda Raha's Writing Corner
We climb our mountains one day at a time; still, the clock so steady, meters out the moments. I watch the sheep in the valley; they leap, they eat, and as darkness settles, they sleep. Soundlessly, I listen; I listen as one who seeks to know the mystery of the mountains. I know that mountains
I cannot remember a more beautiful spring; the earth has awoke from the deep sleep of winter. Outside my window, my crabapple tree is a showy spectacle; there is all that spring snow, pure white blossoms, drifting to the ground. There is the dance of the birds from tree to tree; they are not sure
It is said that there is nothing so constant as change; why then, is change so difficult for us? Heraclitus, a Greek philosopher, spoke these very words so many years ago: "Change is the only constant in life." You would think that we would just naturally accept it over time; yet, each new life passage
My daughter painted a picture many years ago and we named her art work, 'Pennies from Heaven'; to this day, the painting inspires me. For one thing, it has my favorite colors...lots of blues and greens. There are some actual pennies glued on near the bottom of the picture. At the top of the painting
I had a bit of a set-back this spring; I worried about all the chores that would be left undone until things returned to 'normal'. I have been bequeathed with unexpected blessings, largely due to the 'helping hands' that continued to see that things did get done, and from the work of my own hands,
We often feel that time is slipping through our fingers. We wonder: is there time enough to do all the things we want to do in life? As I write this, it late in the afternoon. The quiet of the day has come. The sun is brilliant at this moment and absolutely lovely, but, very
It seems in life that we take three steps forward, and three steps back; sometimes, we wonder if we are making any progress at all! All those steps add up and help us find our way. What matters most, is that we keep taking the next step, even if we feel a little unsteady. Every
It is not yet spring, and yet the daffodils have started blooming in Virginia; we could still have snow, but the earth has yielded a bounty of yellow jewels, heralding spring. There was a deep frost last night. I gathered a handful of daffodils in the early evening. They are a hardy bunch, but always,
Sometimes, when life is other than blue skies without a cloud in sight, we forget that we have choices; even in those seemingly cheerless times, our life is still an open canvas. Days come when all we see is a blank slate, and the palette we choose next is white, black, and grey. We settle