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The Sights of Silence

Red Pine Mountain logoMountain Man can tell you I love to talk. Chatter is really a more appropriate description. Kind of like a magpie who can go on and on and on. When I finally see Mountain Man's eyes glaze over and hear his "Yes Dears" become more frequent, then I know I've exhausted even his most patient listening capabilities.

And, my chatter isn't limited to Mountain Man. I gab away to the horses and the dogs and let's be honest, even to myself.

Lately I've been experiencing writer's block.  I sit down to write every day, fingers poised above the keyboard waiting for some words to flow, but what I write is worthy only of the delete button.

What happens when a writer can't write? And, why can't I write because I sure can talk? What to do? Where to go?

As I always do when I'm in need of answers, I wandered Red Pine Mountain where we are now enjoying beautiful summer days. Perhaps if you've never lived in a harsh winter climate, you don't realize how fleeting summer time can be. When July rolls around, we, who live in this winter pararadise, are already marking the days on the calendar until the the first frost.

When I began my walk, at first I was my usual chattering self. I stopped to speak to Mountain Man at work on a new project, I spoke to the dogs busy at play in the yard, the snake crawling across my path. Oh, I was as noisy as the blue jays who now surround our feeder. But then, an idea came into my cacophonous brain. What if I just stayed silent? Could I do it?

No, it wasn't easy. At first, I really struggled. I said one last prayer and gave myself an ultimatum. The time for silence starts NOW. I began my walk again. And, as I allowed myself to be filled with the sights of silence, a most beautiful miracle occurred. God allowed me to see His handiwork all around me in a way I have never experienced it before.

Here were three nests lined up in the rafters of a lumber shed while two mama robins worked gathering worms nearby, there were beautiful blossoms on a tree, in the pasture my horses were grazing and off in the distance beautiful vistas now lush and green.

There is something profound about silence. It's much more than an empty void of nothingness. But I've been uncomfortable in that void lately, and I've rushed to fill it with mindness chatter.

I believe at any given moment in time, we are exactly where we are meant to be. We can stagnate, we can fight, we can chatter the day away aimlessly, but if we open our hearts and stand quietly in the majesty of creation then maybe, just maybe, the message we need to learn will become clear.

Here are some of the sights of silence on Red Pine Mountain:

Horses running in the pasture.

Sunset over Red Pine Mountain

Blooming daisies

Sunset over the meadow

Horses in the meadow

Pasture, horses and sky

Miniature horse running in the pasture

Baby birds sleeping

mountain woman
8/9/2010 6:55:51 AM

Jeanette, Thank you for your kind comment. I appreciate your visiting my blog.


jeanette robinson
8/8/2010 5:44:21 PM

That was very beautiful, please keep up the good work


mountain woman
8/7/2010 3:27:02 PM

Susan, Thanks for your kind words. It was 40 here this morning and it's almost as if the air has shifted. I love these tail end days of summer. Yes, winter is so beautiful and always enchanting. Coalyard Charlie, Thank you very much :-) Thank you both for visiting my blog and taking the time to leave comments. I really appreciate it.


charlie greene
8/7/2010 11:01:19 AM

Awsome and thank you so much!


charlie greene
8/7/2010 10:52:59 AM

Awsome - and thank you!


susan hutchinson
8/7/2010 8:27:46 AM

Loved this piece. we live on an island off the coast of Maine and we, too, are already looking for the first frost. Summer is very short here, winter is very long but beautiful. Thanks for the lovely pictures! Susan H.


mountain woman
8/7/2010 6:42:27 AM

Lloyd, Thank you for visiting my blog. I appreciate your sharing your insights with me.


lloyd mcdaniel_1
8/6/2010 11:11:33 PM

It has been my life-long experience that people who chatter constantly are either hiding something from themselves or preoccupied with themselves. I am happy for you to have begun your journey to break what you seem to realize is a truly inconsiderate habit.


mountain woman
8/6/2010 11:34:00 AM

Ah, Rodeo, how beautiful and so lovely! I shall remember your words for a long time. They touched my heart.


mountain woman
8/6/2010 11:31:37 AM

Hi Rick, When I wrote this piece, I was thinking of opening my heart to God's word and letting His voice shine through instead of constantly listening to my own. Walking around each day with an open heart and an attitude of gratitude is so important to me. It keeps me centered on what is important in my life and my faith has carried me through the darkest of hours and the greatest of joys as well. Thank you so much for your comment and visiting my blog. The verses you mentioned are very dear to me. I appreciate your sharing your insights with me. It means a lot.


rick casey
8/6/2010 8:31:55 AM

Mountain Woman, just read you good article The Sights of Silence. Although I enjoy most all types of reading, I always enjoy listening to or reading about someone who talks about the land and the beauty of creation and the Creator. I know this is not a religous website and I'm not trying to get on your nerves, but while I was reading your article some scripture came to mind: Psalm 8 verses 3-4, and 19:1 and the last 5 chapters of Job which speak of creation and their beauty. I will look forward to reading more of you stories. Have blessed and beautiful day. Rick Casey


rodeo princess
8/6/2010 8:25:01 AM

A long time ago, I had time to sit and listen to water, boiling off a hot rock, in a place where I could not see anything. This was the only sound and since it was very dark, I was able to focus on it completely, until it had boiled completely away. This is silence, I thought. But soon I realized there were layers and layers of sound - wind, crickets, snapping twigs, my own breath. This is the first time I have written of this, and yet I've had times when I thought there was nothing to write. So, I'm thinking, the antidote to having nothing to write about is to sit, be still and think about what is happening, even if it seems there is nothing happening. Because nothing is something.


mountain woman
7/21/2010 1:28:04 PM

Hey Cindy, I'm sitting here reading your comment and thinking of Homer Simpson, mmmmm, donuts but I'm thinking about bacon with that tomato. Mountain Man and I were just talking about raising pork last night but he's afraid I'd keep all the pigs as pets. There I go distracted again and rambling on. Anyway, if I wrote about food, I'd never stop eating cause I LOVE to eat and if I talk about it, I'll head to the kitchen and start munching away. I think I'll just mozy out to the field and sit with some horses and contemplate life. Look me up on redpinemountain.com sometime if you have time. We chatter all the time over there.


mountain woman
7/21/2010 1:19:51 PM

Shannon, Thanks. That's very helpful advice. I think sometimes I sit too much by the computer hoping for words to come but when I go outside and get occupied with life, things work out in the end. We love our farm too.


cindy murphy
7/21/2010 7:08:25 AM

'Morning, Mountain Woman. I want to be there - in that meadow with the horses, and just sit a while and take it all in. Simply gorgeous. I'm suffering a kind of writer's block too. Actually, it's more of a brain clog; there's just too much going on in there, it's plugged up, and none of it will come out...coherently, anyway. A friend who writes poetry told me just last week, that when stuck, write about food. Even if you don't particularly want to write about food, it'll get your juices flowing, (mmmmmm...a nice, juicy tomato on toast, perhaps). Everybody loves food - I love food. I also love to chatter, and I can chatter endlessly about food; it's one of my favorite topics. So next time you're stuck and can't get away to the beauty of silence, look me up....we can chatter away about what we had for dinner or what we wish to have for dinner. Dessert? We can chatter about that too. Later....I'm off to find some breakfast; that tomato on toast sounds really good right about now.


s.m.r. saia
7/21/2010 6:40:10 AM

MW, what a lovely home you have. It's been my experience that when I can't write, I shouldn't - and I don't. Setting it aside kind of fills the well back up, so to speak. Eventually the inclination to write (and the words worthy of keeping)come back.


mountain woman
7/20/2010 1:47:59 PM

Vickie, thanks so much.


vickie
7/20/2010 12:49:50 PM

I'm with Dave-your views would move me to silence. Beautiful. vickie


mountain woman
7/20/2010 5:27:20 AM

Thank you Dave.


nebraska dave
7/19/2010 9:20:31 PM

I stand with you in silence and view creation through your pictures.