Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
The trees still hold their charms gems that sparkle in the autumn light. Above, the November sun is a bright gold coin; it is better to spend the abundant treasure now than try to save it for a later time. The warmth and sweetness is for today before the cold winds blow before the landscape
It is a moment of grace to see that little hand reach up and grasp my own. It is a moment of grace to see an aged one who stoops so low lifted up by another. The stars collide in the universe and the still, dark night embraces the light. Helping hands reach out stars,
Summer has always been my favorite season, and roses, my favorite flower. It is hard to choose a favorite flower because there are so many beautiful varieties to select from. Roses seem to usher in the summer season with their unmistakable bliss; the scent of a rose in the fresh morning air is incredible, and
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
Winter soon will come; white snow will blanket the earth. I feel the shifting seasons in my bones; I understand the chill of what will be. Still, I cling to my pieces of sea glass; I hold them up to the sun. They shimmer endlessly, turquoise, green, and amber; yesterday's treasure is mine to keep.
There is a feeling you get when you enter a forest; you cannot help but look up, see the sky etched between the branches. Sometimes, those great boughs seem so heavy, as if they carried the weight of the world; the twisted limbs remind us that life is not always easy. And then, there is
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,
We have come to a time in America where the light seems dim; it is as if we were on a stage, but all the actors and actresses have forgotten their lines. They don't know what to say, or think, or do. The world is waiting and watching to see what will happen next. The
Have you ever stood on tiptoe and looked in on your own life? It is like gazing at a mansion on a hill, and you get closer to take a peak. You find a window, and behold, it is a house of dusty corridors, places you have been, places that you know. Sunlight streams through
"As we work to create light for others, we naturally light our own way." Mary Anne Radmacher A New Year is upon us; may this year 2020, be the year we seize every opportunity for joy. Christmas came and went, as it does each year, a beautiful passage where we remember anew that we do