Music in the Silence


In our backyard stand two metal chairs….in the snow. For some reason they did not get put away for the season and just stayed out there like sturdy sentinels of the backyard fire-pit. (Yes there is a fire-pit buried under the snow.)

I took my backyard photos in the silence of a sunlit winter afternoon. After pondering a bit I decided that silence can be slightly deceptive. It looks so quiet and white back there in the wintertime. What you don’t see is the dormant grass under the snow just waiting for warmth and sunlight to melt the snow so it can spring up into a lush green carpet.

The flowers in the flower patch are waiting patiently for their time to break free of cold frozen soil and once again grow and bloom gloriously this coming summer. The evergreen trees stand quietly, preparing for families of robins, mornings doves and blue-jays that will nest in their branches.

What you don’t hear are the rustlings of the little creatures that burrow in tunnels beneath the snow. You also don’t hear the echos of the summers’ past. Those humid days where bees fly lazily past in search of the next brightly colored flower….the crackle of logs burning in the fire-pit with flames leaping into the sky.

You don’t smell the the smoke from that fire or taste the charred marshmallows toasted over it’s flickering flames. If you close your eyes, to the whiteness of the snow, you can almost conjure up visions of last summer and hear and see it all again.

I think it might be the same for so many things. What we perceive, when just looking at a person, is probably totally different from the reality of that person. We have no idea of the roads they have traveled, the places they have visited or the feelings locked away in the depths of their hearts and minds.

When faced with situations that seem beyond our control it is good to listen…. to be still and know…to listen to the silence and the song it is singing. Underneath the silence runs a melody that is filled with life and hope. It is giving a chance to breathe in and breathe out and know that life, like the dormant grass, is waiting to come back lush, green and vibrant.

For now….those two metal chairs sitting in the snow by a buried fire-pit are a reminder….silence may not be so silent after all if you just listen closely. Things are not always as they appear on the surface.  There are so many layers that are not obvious at first glance and first listening.

If you want to truly know something….listen with more than your ears….look with more than your eyes.  Listen and look with your heart and your memories to find the music that silence is singing.



I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.
Chaim Potok


We need to pay heed to the many silences in our lives….
each silence has a character of its own.
~Kent Nerburn,
“The Eloquence of Silence,” Small Graces: The Quiet Gifts of Everyday Life, 1998








Frosting on the Trees


Frosting on the Trees


We woke up to a very quiet, white world this morning. My husband’s first comment was, ” I thought the weatherman said we were going to get a dusting of snow during the night.” And we did!  It just dusted us under a little more than we anticipated.

It did make for a beautiful sight. The sun shone brightly for the morning and it was actually not too bad for temperature. I went back for the camera because I am not to sure how many more beautiful snowfalls we have left in this season. (I hope not to many! But I was going to enjoy this one.) For some reason a new snowfall seems to bring a silence to the land that holds a strange beauty. It turns the commonplace into something more than it is. It is rather like grace.


I loved the feeling of being the first one to walk through the snow. I did hesitate just a bit to put those first tracks in the pristine whiteness. As I walked, the snow just glittered and sparkled like someone had tossed a dusting of glitter everywhere. I am constantly amazed at God’s attention to the smallest detail when it comes to things that are beautiful and delightful.  I carefully placed my boots so I would not disturb the smooth snow any more than I had to.

It would have been fun to have the grandkids here. This was the perfect snow for packing, fort-making and snowman construction.  Perhaps I should have just gone ahead and made them anyway? I did not as I was enjoying the beauty of undisturbed snow to much……That is my story and I am sticking with that one!


The Gully ~ a Study in Silent Beauty


I knew that by the end of the day our landscape would, once again, look very different from this morning. I knew the mud would be back as the sun melted this snow. I knew there wasn’t long to enjoy this snow… I took the time to enjoy it.

So much of life is like that. The “good” things, the wonder and amazement are only here for a short time; just like this snowfall……here this morning and some of it gone by evening. It is a good reminder to stop and take time to just look around and enjoy the gift that is given.

I hope your day held a bit of wonder, a bit of magic and something that made you stop and appreciate the beauty around you.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Andy Goldsworthy

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Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
– Andy Goldsworthy