Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
If every life were written in a storybook, would each and every page be highlighted with cheerful moments and a problem - free existence? When you look at the cover of a storybook, can you tell all that much about the contents of the book? The truth is that all of our days are written
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
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
It is an odd thing in life how quickly things can change. You think you have everything figured out and suddenly the world goes topsy-turvy. In these days of the Covid pandemic, these changes are felt even more acutely. We are continuously making changes and trying to adjust to a new way of living. I
I breathe in the mountain air; day or night, it is good for the soul. Later, I will remember my breath suspended in puffs; it is the exhale of too many worries. The evergreen trees tower above me, monuments of strength; the tiny birds rest easy in the branches. Here, on top of the mountain,
Keep dreaming bigger dreams each day; wash the windows of your life as if every day were the first day of spring. Make sure the view is squeaky-clean; there is no room for residue. Breathe in the fresh and fragrant air of new beginnings; let the sun shine in the deepest corners of your heart.
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.
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