BLOWING AWAY

Cold winds blowing off

Lake Michigan from the

Southeast bring the

Windchill to the unbearable

Point. It is get inside or

Die trying. The sky is gray,

The waves have whitecaps,

And the tree limbs are

Swaying. The forest floor

Is as natural as in summer.

The birds are active at the

Feeder. The only white is

At the horizon. It is not

Mixed with a light peach

Or pink but stays white as

It embraces the gray clouds

Above. All of this and

Winter is just beginning.

We have a few more months

Of this before we see the

Flowers. The garden is doing

What it does in winter which

Is a rejuvenation of some sort.

It does its own thing unless we

interfere with it. But, time is a

gift and we shouldn’t wish it away.

Stanski

December 21, 2023, ^

REVEREND COWBOY POET

Sitting tall in the saddle,

the cowboy smiled. 

He was tanned and

in one with his horse. 

Daylight was giving way,

a well-deserved rest

was at hand. 

The cattle were grazing,

The late afternoon chores

completed and soon

the campfire would became

the center of the evenings activities.

Everything essential, occurred naturally:

a good supper, hot coffee and tall tales. 

Stories told in poetic prose

with just a touch of wild-west flavor. 

One was as good as the next and

the chatting was refreshing,

a good way to end the day. 

Tomorrow would be here

soon enough, sleep was essential. 

The camp took on

a quiet atmosphere. 

Just the natural sounds of

the night and the animals

could be heard. 

One man, an exception,

scratched down on paper

the stories as he remembered them.

Finished, he, too, dozed off. 

This scenario continued

night after night

until the cattle were

brought to market. 

The men dispersed,

each going their own way

until the next drive.

The writer and collector of stories

went to St. Paul, Minnesota.

He arrived at the Binary Press,

now operating independently,

but begun by the literary department of

St. Adolph’s College. 

The story poems were

published with the title

“Tales along the Chisholm Trail”. 

It was an instant best seller. 

The cowboy wrote under

a pseudonym: Stanislaus Kuperski. 

He became a celebrity,

did the book tours,

readings and talk shows.

He was humble and later

was called to the ministry,

loved by his congregation,

filled the church every week.

Other poets traveled

to hear him preach. 

Among his favorites were 

Stansberry McKricken  

Jack Ridl, and Stanley Kunitz.

A certain Presbyterian minister  

Never took time to visit him.

The revered Reverend said

he was in acceptance of this,

though it did hurt him a little.

He continued writing sacred poems,

spiritual essays and songs

until he died in his 80’s.

Thousands mourned and

he would not be forgotten.

Steve Haarman

February 28, 2015 ^

I absolutely love this story…….. It made me cry. Very touching.

“An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me

with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the

next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”

as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was

introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell

you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop

playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing

older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.

Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those

with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died

peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s

never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS

OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.”

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DARKNESS TO LIGHT

We have had our share

Of darkness in recent years.

We must hold on and pray

For light especially in the

Hearts of the world’s oppressors.

It they could have a kinship

With the creator wouldn’t they

Be happy to give up their

Power especially if they knew

What awaits them after death?

And we, who live with the knowledge

Of the lord could improve our

Actions so as to bring more light

To the masses. We must shine on

The path of virtue and understanding.

We should constantly give example of

How to live so that others following

Us will understand how to reach a

Happy eternal life. The Holy Spirit

Will be with us as we continue

This incredible journey. Darkness

Will fade with each step and the

Light will enter our souls, making

Us happy to be cross bearers and

Soldiers for Jesus.

Stanski

December 20, 2023, ^

INNER THOUGHTS

I think that certain thoughts

Stay deep in our subconscious

Until the right time or circumstances

Call for them and then they flow

Out on paper and become a poem.

The mind and emotions work

Together and when you are in the

Midst of one of these dream like

States. You do not understand

How this happens, but it is not

Important that you do as long as you

Do the writing and the reality of it

All takes place. Hidden thoughts

Or stored thoughts are important

And should be shared because they

Can become life changing for the

Right people. It is a thrill to break

The conscious unconscious barrier

It is more a gift then something we

Have control over and the phenomenon

Is delightful, much like finding a new

Species in our garden. It is difficult to

Explain, but a lovely happening.

Stanski

December 19, 2023. ^

WHITE POWDER

The beautiful natural floor or

The forest is now white with

Snow. Lake effect snow. As a

Twelve-year-old paperboy, I

Did not like snow of any kind

As it added too much to my

Being as an excellent carrier.

I remember walking in snow

Up to my waste just to get the

Paper to the mailbox. The good

Part of having snow was that

It had to be shoveled and having

The customers locked in, it

Became a source of extra income

Which helped pay household bills.

The white powder is beautiful as

It lights upon evergreen branches

And it teaches you that you can

Not have it both ways. One day

Closer to spring and good for

Those who are sentimental about

Having snow for Christmas and

While you are sweating from the

Removal workout they are fawning

About how lovely it is. Eventually

The snow melts and all is good.

Stanski

December 18, 2023, ^

THE SEASON OF JOY

We find joy in different

Situations and it is not

Always the same. There

Is the happy joy when you

Win a game or find a dollar.

Then the silent joy for just

Making it through a day.

In the garden some plants

Excel while others barely make it.

You can sense the kind of

Joy which is presented there.

We all want success with

Hope of finding joy when

We achieve it. Giving to others

And making them happy adds

To our joy. When we know

What to expect and are ready

For it a certain amount of joy

Permeates our inner being.

Life can be complicated and

When we handle all the bumps

And curves we are satisfied and

This leads to unfathomable joy.

Sunshine is wonderful but we

Also need rain. Both may bring joy.

Stanski

December 17, 2023, ^

GARDEN DELIGHT

When working in the garden

I look for little things which

Cause enthusiasm in my soul.

I am brought to delight and

Knowing that I am not alone,

I watch for bees and other

Insects as they do what they

Do in the garden. Pollination

Is up to them unless the wind

Is strongly blowing. Then the

Insects take cover and I find

Myself alone thinning plants

And pulling weeds it may

Sound dull but with the right

Attitude is exciting and peaceful

Soon the garden turns into a

Gem. Many colors come together

Forming a palette of color which

Would make most artists wonder.

My idea is not to make a masterpiece

But just a balanced presentation

Which will make the angels smile.

Seasons pass and changes do also.

What was once, is no longer. It is

Similar and what is given to be

Worked over and brought to fruition.

Joy abounds.

Stanski

December 16, 2023, ^

CHURCH BELLS

I hear them and then they fade away

Like the dreams of yesterday.

When I work in the garden, I listen for

Them. They were signs of encouragement.

Around noon the Angelus Bells rang out

And I could mark my accomplishment.

It is clear   to me that music is a good

For the soul and when we allow

It into our central being we

Are opening the doors for

The angels to come and

Join us. All the work in the

Garden is for praising the

Lord and the angels are

Certainly, good at that. I do

Not need their permission or

Approval, but look to them

For inspiration. There will be

A day when others take over

The work which I began and

I hope they will attempt to

Follow the template I have

Laid out and not let it disappear.

Stanski  

December 15, 2023, ^

TAKING THE STEPS

Plans have been made

Still on the table

Time is passing

Other factors emerge

Rationalization

Can afford to wait

D-Day approaching

Still much to do

Will wait until tomorrow

There is still time

No steps are taken

A few days pass

Then to the mailbox

Card is sent

Happy belated birthday

From your friend

Hope you are doing well

I have really been busy

Hope you had a great day

Stanski

December 14, 2023, ^