Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I came upon a winter garden, and I found an enchanted place. The Holly bushes were such a sight with their red berries burning bright. The squirrels, they scampered with delight, their bushy tails, so thick with fur. It made me laugh to watch them; they put on such a show. The birds, they flew
I step outside into a world of winter-white. It is like stepping into a photograph, the remembrance of a time, not so very long ago. The years have come and gone, like drifts of the deepest snow I must pass through. Still, I feel the wind upon my face; I touch my cheeks, remember the
We all need room to grow, space where we can be ourselves, and find our way. Our lives are in a continuous flux of change from the cradle to the grave, and then beyond into eternity. It is no wonder we often suffer 'growing pains', because we must always make allowances and adjustments for something