Linda Raha's Writing Corner
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
The blooms of summer are lovely, but the loveliest blooms in life are the ones that never fade. My daughter in law, Elicia, lost her grandmother a week ago. She passed away in her late eighties, after leading a full and active life. Elicia spoke highly of her grandmother and paid her this tribute: "My
It always seems that no matter what we want to accomplish in life, getting started is the hardest part; oh, what wisdom there is in the magic of just beginning! When we take that first step, the universe seems to intervene and help us out in a myriad of ways. Everything gets so much easier,
At first glance, it may seem that this is not the year for summertime wishes; why wish for happy things when the whole world seems to be in chaos? And yet, in the midst of that chaos, summertime is here. Our hearts remember summers from long ago when we were children. We remember running in
We cannot change the world, but we can adjust our view of the world; we can infuse the world with a message of hope, one person at a time. Our encounter with others can ultimately make a profound difference. The way we see things, changes things. The way we communicate with others, affects how they
The wind stirs; flowers dance; a parade of colors unfolds. It is the same with life itself; a newborn cries, no matter the color; it is love at first sight. We walk in the garden as children, by day or by night; moonbeams cast their glow; sunbeams light our path. Deep in the garden we