Thursday, October 30, 2014
Songs From A Grateful Heart
If I sing How Great Thou Art
While waves of doubt flow through my heart
Or sing about Amazing Grace
But in the mirror my shame I face
Or if I have no words to say
But only tears come when I pray
Or passing through the fires of fear
I run instead of drawing near
Your gentle spirit deep within
Reminds me of forgiven sins
And a new life that’s begun
Because you freely gave your Son
I know that I can rest in You
And find my peace in hope renewed
If on your promises I’ll stand
And come to you Just As I Am
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
High Witness - or The Girl Who Cried Flower
One of the best things about working summers at a guest
ranch in Colorado was meeting the other young men and women from all over the
country, or out of the country, who also spent their summers there. Housekeepers, waitresses and cooks were needed
as well as wranglers and ranch hands so the staff consisted of city dwellers,
flatlanders (otherwise known as Midwesterners), foreigners and cowboys. A clash of cultures at times but for the most
part a wonderful learning experience. Coming from Illinois, I fell into the flatlander category. Before the ranch I had never been anywhere
farther than Wisconsin so I was pretty naïve when it came to the ways of the
West. It turned out I was not alone.
Most of us knew
little or nothing about mountains, riding, ranching or the beautiful natural
habitat that surrounded us. We learned as we went and it wasn’t always the easy
way. Cactus didn’t grow in the middle of
the Illinois prairies that I was used to running barefoot through, and neither
did nettles. Pain is an amazing teacher
and so is humiliation.
One evening I was late returning from a hike and it was
getting dark faster than I expected.
As I finally reached the ranch road leading to the lodge I noticed that
both sides were lined with beautiful white flowers. They weren’t there in the morning when I
started out so I thought they had all bloomed sometime during that day. The entire kitchen staff followed me down the
road the next morning just to see them, but they were all gone. They looked at me as though I had lost my mind
and from then on I was the butt of jokes about eating hallucinogenic mushrooms
while on my hike etc., etc. I knew that
I had seen them, so I checked every morning so that I could prove it. That only
added fuel to the fire when I had to come back and tell them they were not
there. After dinner one night I went for
a walk and there they were again. I
practically dragged a couple fellow staffers down the road to be witnesses to
my sanity. One of the locals came with us and really got a kick out of
listening to us go on about the mystical disappearing flowers. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore and told
us that they were Evening Primroses and that they only bloomed at night. At least I wasn’t hallucinating.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Virtue Smirtue or I Am Not Impatient
It starts with great anticipation
Building to a fever pitch
Then stirring my imagination
Takes me on a journey rich
Through fantasies of great elation
And depths of deep despair
My expectations rise and fall
While what’s to come is still unclear
When my mind’s eye slows and stops
I’m at the mercy of the clock
Anticipation turns to dread as
Temptation rears its’ ugly head
To taunt me into doubting if
The plans I thought I made
Did not exist or even worse
Were meant for yesterday
Suddenly scheduled events
My fears and doubts deflating
Evolve into reality
And end the awful waiting
Friday, October 17, 2014
We're Not In Kansas Anymore John Boy
A light snow was falling as we made our way up the steep mountain
slope. My fiancé led the way to the
place near the top where he promised we would find the perfect Christmas
tree. We saw deer and Elk and the view
became more spectacular the higher we climbed. He seemed to know every inch of
the mountain and I couldn’t help feeling like I was living an episode of the
Waltons.
Apparently he had
become used to the fact that I babbled when I was excited because he patiently
answered all of the random questions I asked as we as we climbed. How high did he think we were, where the deer
went when it snowed, what kind of pine trees were they, and so on and so on. We did
find the perfect tree and just as he started to chop it down the wind shifted
and the snow started to come down with a vengeance. In the short time it took to fell the tree, the
snow had already covered the ground. He
said not to worry because going down was always quicker than climbing up. I was
laughing and chattering as we made our way down but I could only see a few feet
ahead in the blinding snow and found myself sliding more than walking. My Walton’s episode had begun to feel more
like a natural disaster movie, so I decided I’d better be quiet and take
things a little more seriously.
Suddenly he stopped, looked back at me and then stood
looking down the slope scanning it from right to left, before he started down
again. When we finally reached the truck
I asked him if he stopped because he lost his way. He said no and explained that he was taught
that when you find yourself in a potentially dangerous situation, and
conditions change drastically, you should always stop and get your bearings
before continuing. I couldn’t remember
anything changing drastically before that time and was sorry I asked when he
told me it was because I had stopped talking.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Avoiding a Catastrophe or They're Not Just Fluffy You Know
What can you say about cats
That hasn’t already been said
There are legends and myths
Even Hieroglyphics
And plenty of books to be read
Although they are not
Universally loved
And the reason for sneezing for some
Sheer numbers aside
Facts can’t be denied
To many they’re gifts from above
So why should I try to add even more
Beyond what's already been told
Compared to folklore and tales
My efforts might pale
So it might be considered quite bold
I love animals all
And I have to admit
Cats are close to the top of the list
I decided I must
Risk causing a fuss
And add my own words to the mix
As much as we love them
We must face the facts
Their finicky habits won’t keep it in check
We’ll love them to death
If we just can’t accept
Cats get Fat
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Hope in Deep Waters
We were indoctrinated at an early age. We sat on blankets with our bamboo poles
lying next to us, dangling the tips over the top of the seawall. The line went straight down to the bobber so
that the tiny tug of the child size sunfish or perch would bend the thin tip of
the bamboo. Eventually we were allowed
to stand and use the entire pole to try for Striped Bass or Crappies. We swung them onto the shore at the end of the
long poles while learning to duck the flying catches of others. Bait was everything from tiny pieces of old
lace, minnows, worms and even leeches. I
personally drew the line at leeches even though it threatened my status as a
proper fisherman.
A rite of passage was
to own our first rod and reel and learning to cast was as important as learning
to swim. It also allowed us to try for
the larger deep water fish like Pike and Catfish. Along the way we learned to read the
river. When the water was too high or
the Carp were spawning in the shallows, the fishing would not be good. When the May flies appeared or the water was
very still the time was right. The
reward for all this was a Sunday afternoon fish fry and the satisfaction of
knowing that we had provided the delicious, fresh ingredients. It didn’t hurt that along the way we learned
patience and perseverance, and how to be quiet for long periods of time.
As my life stands right now, I can’t even imagine having the
time to sit on a riverbank, pole in hand, letting just the sun dictate my
time. I am also pretty sure that the
patience and perseverance I remember having back then might fail me. But I
do know where I can go to find the same kind of peace and timeless
contentment. No matter if life is
rushing by or its troubles are multiplying I can “Cast my burdens upon the Lord
and he will sustain me…..” (Psalm 55:22 KJV)
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Love Letters
Sometimes when you are far away
I just don’t know what to say
Sometimes I hear a melody
And we’re together as I sing
Sometimes you’re unbelievable
Outrageous and hysterical
Sometimes you are quite personal
Somehow reaching to my soul
Sometimes your dark intensity
Reveals a passion that runs deep
Sometimes it’s very clear to me
That you and I were meant to be
Sometimes when I need to be heard
I cannot live without you, words
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Reunion
The past ignited by a spark of recognition
Is dimmed by the realization of change
Shared memories fan the flames of reconnection
And from the embers glow the warmth of family remains
Raczon Family Reunion – October, 4th, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
If Time Stood Still
When the days go rushing by
And time my schedule must deny
I think that it would be a thrill
If just for once time would stand still
The bills still due would wait a while
The clothes I own would stay in style
My kids would stay both sweet and small
My hair would not turn grey at all
But then the future would not be
No goals or possibilities
Problems now would stay unsolved
My hopes and dreams would just dissolve
I guess time must continue on
And mark the seasons and the dawns
To move me through both joy and grief
And fill my heart with memories
When my life comes to an end
And all my time on earth is spent
In God’s arms I’ll find true peace
As time stands still for eternity
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Whatever You Do Don't Grab That Branch
Everyone at the ranch was excited
about the opportunity to go tubing. The nearby river, that was usually too
shallow, was swelled by recent rains, and just high enough for a good ride. I had great memories of lazily floating on an
old car tire inner tube down the deep, meandering, waters of the Fox River back
home. Those memories began to fade when
I saw them loading the gigantic tractor sized inner tubes into the horse trailer. The memories disappeared completely when I
saw the river. This deep water wasn’t
calm and smooth it was swirling and dark with a relentless canyon carving flow.
As she was holding the tube so I
could climb on, my friend told me to just hang on and down around the bend the
current would wash the tubes up onto a sandbar.
The trucks would wait for us there. Knowing I was inexperienced she added, “Whatever
you do don’t grab a branch if you get close to the shore, if you are afraid of
getting hit by one just duck down as low as you can into the center of the tube”.
With that said she pushed me out
into the current. I couldn’t believe how
fast I was going, spinning with the swirling current then bouncing across small
bubbling rapids that formed between the scattered boulders. Suddenly I was headed toward the riverbank
where there were overhanging branches. I
remembered the part about ducking but as I sank lower into the center of the
tube I felt myself slipping. Instinctivley I reached for a branch to pull
myself up. It only took a split second to
realize why I should have remembered the 1st part of the warning as the rushing current pulled the
tube right out from under me. The branch
and my grip were not strong enough to hold me and I splashed into the icy cold
water. Immediately I felt myself being pushed sideways
instead of sinking to the bottom. The sideways momentum gradually brought me to
the surface not far from my tube. I grabbed
it and finished the ride clinging to its side and being dragged up onto the sandbar
like a fish on a line.
The moral of the story: When we feel out of control, sometimes we need to fight our first instincts and heed the warnings that come from experience, otherwise we
may find ourselves in over our heads.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)