I look at my blank sheet of paper Remember the winter stream of water A creek that flows into Lake Michigan There every day, always moving even When covered by ice and frozen snow I think of this when I am about to give up If I want to accomplish anything I must keep taking the steps It would be easy to give up Lay down the pen and walk away Hope that I might feel better about it tomorrow But this is today and tomorrow isn’t here I think of how gray it has been The sun graces me every so often Through the huge puffy clouds above It streaks through the trees in the south And shines on the branches in the north It is beautiful and lovely and a rich gift The weather forecast predicts cold Subzero weather is as depressing as The bright full moon is uplifting and beautiful Thinking of cold before it is here does no good If it comes I deal with it as best I can Hoping that there is some offset From my window I can see large chunks of ice Waves bring pieces of it to shore where it crashes The mountain grows and is amazing Wind blows, but not hard enough To remove the snow from the green trees The sun has somehow melted the roof snow And drops of water fall like rain It is mysterious and mystical I have read stories of survival Conditions there are grim and hopeless What I have is nothing in comparison I should be able to survive today No need to worry about today and Tomorrow will take care of itself Stanski February 10, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 
You mentioned thoughtfully so many things that I have noticed looking out The window or through the lens of my camera. Nature gives me balance. The self-talk is what gets me through those rough days and minutes. Live in the moment…we aren’t promised a tomorrow. My mom has Alzhemier’s. Dad died a cruel death having Multiple Myeloma at age 91. Now, mom struggles with the death of her mind at age 88. She is at Woodland Meadows, and content to stay there. I look forward to more of your writings. Brenda
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Thank you, Brenda, for your kind thoughts about my musing. I trust in the present. I think about your mom and especially her courage in singing before the group at Zion. I was not aware of her condition and will be praying for her and her family. Your dad was a true gentleman. I loved greeting him and was impressed at how well he carried himself. Be at peace. Steve
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