Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I like the Caribbean blues. That mix of salt and sea is such good company. There is a blur of blue and green beneath a canopy of fluffy clouds. The clouds float, in a sea all their own. The breeze is brisk a reminder that time stands still for no one. It is best to
Beneath the glittering sun, the water sparkles diamonds of polished perfection. Upon the pond, green leaves float and dance castaways from their tree-top houses. These summertime leaves shimmer, and then fade like our summertime days. Come autumn, there is only a golden mirage a remembrance of what was. The pond is too deep to touch
A new day dawns, a gift of grace, a place to start again. The garden of life waits... We scatter seeds of hope as best we can; we know that God will bless the seeds. The field of life sometimes seems barren; sometimes, the field is drenched with heavy rain. We go forward into the
There are few sounds I love more than to hear the birds singing outside my window. It always beckons me to come outdoors, to see the world anew. It lifts my spirits on even the darkest and dreariest days. There is music when the birds sing! It is music enough to fill the world with
The seasons of life come and go, but there are moments when everything comes full circle. This past week, my little granddaughters and their parents spent the week at our house. One morning, I took my youngest granddaughter over to my mother's house to plant marigolds. My mother passed away in January, and here it
The rain came today cold and wet drenching the azaleas. Yesterday the sun shone brilliantly on Easter. The butterflies and the bees hovered amidst the flowers for hours on end. It is a quiet day a day for sowing seeds deep within our hearts. We begin again washed clean like the rain, that cleanses the
The garden beckons like an old friend who knows me well. This friend does not mind my muddy shoes, my hair in tangles, or my mismatched garden gloves. I can drop in whenever I like; the door is always open. The rooms are flooded with sunlight, and I can rest upon a bench. This place
I have always loved to walk along the seashore, collecting bits of treasure, odd pieces of driftwood, pretty shells, shiny stones that glitter at the water's edge. It is easy to fill a pail with many things. You must choose wisely, because you can only bring home so many gifts from the sea. There are
This past weekend, I found some beautiful 'blues' to celebrate; carpets of blue wildflowers covered nearby fields, and the bluest rivers of water, sparkled in the sun. What is it about blue flowers that seems so magical? I only know that they entice my heart in the most captivating way. And why is it that
I can't remember a time when I so longed for spring to arrive. Perhaps, it is because of the state of the world at the moment. Perhaps, it is because we grow winter-weary at times, and the thought of spring is such a happy thing to think about. Yesterday morning, I watched the sunrise... No