Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
There isn't any snow yet, but if snowflakes were to fall could they all be wishes, drifting, floating, swirling, like heavenly dreams come true? Could a New Year begin, a place to make fresh tracks in the snow, a song within our hearts gently stirring? Can we start a love story, with prayers ever on
Pockets of joy overflow, in the coming of sun-kissed summer days. There will be peppers to stuff, and fresh tomato sandwiches to eat. It is a fiesta of colors, marigolds and zinnias, snapdragons, and more. We fill our buckets at the strawberry patch; my pockets are stained with ripe, red berries. The dandelion seeds will
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