Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I used to dream of living by the sea on a high cliff. I would look down, and there it would be.... The ocean spread out before me, waves crashing upon the shore. When the water rushes back and forth across a pebble beach... there is music. The sound of the sea plays again and
It has become a tradition in our family to have an annual egg hunt at Eastertime. Many years, we have hosted the hunt at our house, but other family members have hosted the event as well. After church on Easter, we all gather in the mid afternoon for this fun-filled occasion. Over the years, the
It has been a long week at our house! We lost our almost fifteen-year-old German Shepherd-Husky dog two days before Valentine's day. It seems in life that our pets always leave us too soon. Oddly, although her fifteenth birthday would have been on March 7, 2023, February seemed like the month meant for us to
Yesterday, I looked out my kitchen window, and there in all of its glory, was a stunning red cardinal. Against the backdrop of brown leaves and barren tree limbs, he stood out in bold perfection. I wandered outdoors and discovered that more of my daffodils were in full bloom. We expect freezing rain this coming
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,
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
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
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