Linda Raha's Writing Corner
This past weekend, my husband and I drove up into the mountains of West Virginia; at every turn, it was as if the scene before us was a picture-taking moment. We were moving too fast in the car to capture the beauty all around us in photographs. Every small town we passed through was worthy
The sun is rising, a beautiful day! Blue skies reign, light flooding the hidden spaces. The whole world is washed clean and fresh; sparkles of dew shimmer like tiny beacons. I feel that hush, that breath of life, that fills my being. It is a new day, a fresh start, the garden of life begins
How many days of wonder? There is so much beauty to recall. Pink petals are the dawn of spring, the sunrise of so many colors. White blooms cast a mysterious glow; like a moonbeam, the flowers are enchanting. There are no harps playing, no soft serenade outside my window. And yet, I am in love
I have begun the spring cleaning of the house and yard; each and every daffodil inspires me to keep going, like a cheery reminder that spring is upon us. In this year, 2021, it is a season for a 'springtime' of the heart. It has been a very long winter! At last, the coming of
My mother has been visiting with us for a couple of weeks. On the seventh of April, she will be eighty-seven years young. I still learn from her, as I hope she learns from me. At every stage in life we have wisdom to impart. She is lovely, this one. Like a vintage china cup
I came upon a frozen pond; it seemed the perfect slate to pen my dreams, as if etched in sparkling glass. If I were young, the blades of my skates would tell the story, all the dashing back and forth across the ice. I am older now, and there are other stories to be told;
Recently, we had a few snow showers; it was just enough snow to cover my pink camellias, a hearty bunch, impervious to the winter chill. My camellias bloom from November to April, defying the cold temperatures. I believe there are lessons to be learned from these beautiful flowers. We too, must face many a wintry
Whichever way you choose to go, there will be those who do not understand; choose anyway. The walk you walk is yours alone; these are the steps that matter. In life, there will always be questions; the answers must come from within. Steer clear of the noise, the voices that drown out your own; remain
Sometimes, the streams in life seem icy-cold; we stand mid-stream, afraid to move. There is always the fear of falling. The stream makes its way to a river, the ebb and flow of life, moving us forward. We cannot see around the bend; all we can do is take it one step at a time.
How lovely it is to step outdoors into the light. How lovely to look up at the sun, a radiant expression of a new day. Like a cup of tea with a spoon of golden honey, it warms the soul. Above, a hawk glides, so sure, so steady, such mastery of the sky. The trees