Silence is Golden.

It is that time of year when the rabbitpatch looks just a bit wild.  It is always a brief affair and one I have come to look forward to.  Not yet, has the territory been tended , other than branches are piled in the garden, for the day that I am brave enough to burn again.  All sorts of uncivilized blossoms dot the countryside.  There is the wild mustard  and the ground ivy . . .and the chickweed.  The bees are not complaining, so neither will I.   The violets are back.  They have a quiet and pure beauty -shy, but dignified – I will not utter a single complaint about them either.  How carefully I step along the footpath to the garden these bright days! 
The quiet garden, is awake, now too.  Old branches don tender young leaves.  The bench to rest and dream upon needs painting and there is some tending required in general.  No matter how kindly, I speak to the roses, I  will get scratched in the unmerciful battle. 
Now, the peach and cherry trees have a few “early bird” blossoms in a sort of prelude, to their long awaited finery, yet to come . . .but the spireas are in full bloom.  The stark white tendrils of a spirea are dazzling and that is putting it mildly.  The spirea is only seen on old homesteads, these days.  I wonder how shrubs like spireas and “Sweet Bettys” and snowball bushes -and quince,  ever fell to the wayside.   Of course I am sentimental about all things.  I just never can abandon a thing of beauty.     
When ” flowers appear on the earth”,  seemed like a fine time to gather, so we did.  We met at Mamas’ for a mid day dinner and an Easter egg hunt.  Christian played his guitar for Lyla, Brynn and Ryan, while Delores and I hid the brightly colored eggs  by daffodils and in clumps of clover.  The eggs sparkled in the sunlight and  were easily in sight ,  for this was Ryans’  first hunt!   There are few things more delightful than watching young children on an Easter egg hunt, I think.   . .and more than  ever I deliberately seek the purest forms of beauty, these days.   
When a gathering ends, life always dulls and regular readers know I  am likely to mope . . but I could not help but brighten at the sight of the winter wheat field, across the road , from the rabbitpatch, upon my return.  I was “raised on field and wood” and now in my later years, these things are still as beautiful to me as they ever were.   Extreme and rapid progression or” leaping without looking”, has yet to  taint, the serenity of a field of winter wheat.  It is the greenest green around and nearly shouts vitality and life!  The trees are singing too.  . .sweet, soulful melodies composed by watery jade leaves.  It is no wonder that mornings are filled with the joyful and unceasing chatter of songbirds!  Now, with first light and the birds, an alarm clock holds even less   value at the rabbitpatch. 
Some of you may remember, that a month or so ago, I declared a time of quiet, for myself.  I have adhered to it and what results!  When one is quiet, observance becomes your means of education.  Truth shines more clearly and seems to loom right before your eyes!  Truth has always been important to me and I have sought it with great fervor.  I have been easily fooled countless times and left bewildered, too. How dull and fruitless it is, “to lean on your own understanding”.   
Watching life, does not change the facts – but it sure does require a lot less work on my part.  Please understand, that “watching” does not mean a lack of participation. In fact, I am finding that my desire to participate hasn’t diminished at all. The difference, is an increased awareness of how to act… and when to.    . in short, how to proceed. “Being still” is all it is cracked up to be. 
By now, I am convinced that I have never had an original thought -or said anything first.  Many a sage implored all of us, to do this very thing.   . .and how many  times did my elders say, “Silence is golden” ?  
They were just right about everything.

23 thoughts on “Silence is Golden.

  1. My friend, I’m always so happy when I read your words. It’s as if you write what I feel or am thinking sometimes. I love your home, your family, your words,…and silence. I understand. The words you write are unique to you. There’s a lot being said; and just like “silence is Golden”, “it’s not what you say, but how you say it” is truth too. And you say it with heart. Even if it’s been said before. I learn by observing too. And the earth and God’s splendid landscapes and creatures teach me so much. Love to you and your family on this most beautiful celebration of THE resurrection! HE lives! ❣️

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  2. Rabbit….You are such a sweet soul and I wouldn’t want to disrupt you period of silence….but….We have been in the dark too long and it is time to wake up, stand up and shout for the angels in heaven to come forward and reclaim this place we call Earth. So much is about to be revealed that will try mans soul but it has to be. Father in Heaven have mercy on us. Hang on …it will be a bumpy ride for sure. Love you .

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  3. It was a peaceful read as I thought about readying for bed. I love it when my head hits the pillow and thinking about the scenes, the beautiful scenes, that you painted with your words will help guide me into a restful sleep…if my damn CPAP machine lets me fall asleep! 🤪. Seriously, nice story.

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  4. God saw how detrimental my work obsession and work problems were getting so He brought me a friend who spoke His words for Him – dear Michele Warren of Rabbitpatch Diary. Many a day this Lent, He led me to the meadows of your blog in all its seasons where I read His words that gentled the ridges and watered the arid gullies within me. Over and over, through your writings I learned anew how He wanted me to live.

    I hope that someday, with your blessings, that is, someone who knows how to and who can do it, will help you put all this blessed writing into a book. A book for young people, for brides, for mothers, for every age. A little book to be held close to the heart and read and cherished for its wisdom.

    A book that will make its readers want to go out into the days and live each hour right.

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    1. I can not express the beauty that filled me as I read this. I am completely overwhelmed with gratitude. I started this blog to “send love” to this world. Now, chaos and stress -which is worry, those things seem especially rampant. If you have received “the comfort and joy” I so wanted to share-then I am humbled again at the way God loves us. The way He can use any vessel, no matter how weak to create moments of sheer beauty. Thank you so much, for sending me your own love letter. I will tuck this in my heart deeply. Please pray about a book-I am. love Michele

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  5. Yes silence is golden. To sit quietly and let the world God created shine before your eyes is a thrill many people miss. My Quince and Violets (which were my mother’s favorite flower) are glorius in their beauty. The brilliant green of Spring is so lovely. God bless you Michele. Our elders taught us many good lessons.

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  6. It has been a silent, watching time. My husband asked how come I was not blogging and I was not really sure till I read this post. Thank you Michele for putting into words what I have been feeling. Sometimes when life seems upside down you just have to live, breathe and be still while watching to see what God will do.
    But, yes….Beverly is right…it may be time to stand up and be light. As the trees and plants are slowly wakening…maybe we can too.
    And so, I stand outside, enjoying the Quaking Aspen slowly wake up…..

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