–Be silent, when you don’t have all the facts. Why hurt someone and ruin them for life.
–Be silent, if you can’t say it without screaming. The other person will not want to listen to you. In the end it will hurt you only.
–Be silent, if your words convey the wrong impression. Sometimes people think you are giving them wrong advice even if you are not.
–Be silent, in the heat of anger. If both talk in a fit of anger than nothing will work. The situation will become worse.
–Be silent, if your words could damage a friendship. Just let it go things will work out in the end.
–Be silent, if you would be ashamed of your words later on. Calm down, go and reflect on your words or go for a long walk.
–Be silent, when it is time to listen. Do not interrupt in between but listening to what the other person has to say. Once he completes his talk then you talk.
A meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words. Let go of things not wanted in life and embrace the Soul’s silence.
One of the best lessons you can learn in life is mastering how to remain calm and composed and in silence the fragrances of flowers spreads in the direction of the wind that sits still in her heart’s silence…………….
When my husband calmly announced that, after
eleven years of marriage, he had filed for a divorce and was moving out, my
first thought was for my children. My
son was just five and my daughter four. Could
I, as a single parent, maintain our home and teach them the values I knew they
would need in Life? Could I tell them
that we were “Family”? All I knew was
that I had to try.
So, every Sunday, we attended church. During the week, I made time to review their
homework with them, and we often discussed why it was important to do the right
things. This took time and energy when I
had little to spare, and worse, it was hard to tell if it was really reaching
them. One Mother’s Day, two years after
the divorce, as we walked into church, I noticed carts of beautiful flowers in
little pots on either side of the altar.
During the service, the pastor told us that he thought motherhood was
one of the toughest jobs in life and deserved recognition and reward. He then asked every child to come forward to
pick out a beautiful flower and present it to their mother as a symbol of how
much they were loved and appreciated.
My son and daughter, hand in hand, went up the aisle with the other children. Together they considered which plant to bring back to me. We had certainly survived some hard times, and this little bit of appreciation was just what I needed. I looked at the beautiful golden marigolds, pink roses and purple pansies and started planning where I could plant whichever one they chose for me, for surely they would bring me a beautiful bloom to show their love.
My children took their assignment seriously and
looked over every pot on all the carts.
Long after the other children had returned to their seats, and presented
the other mothers with a beautiful potted flower, my two were still making
their selection. Finally, with a joyful exclamation, they made their selection
from the back of one of the carts. With
exuberant smiles lighting their faces, they proudly presented me with the plant
they had chosen as their Mother’s Day gift of appreciation.
I was startled out of my wits. In complete amazement I looked at the broken, bedraggled, sickly looking stick being held out to me by my son. Mortified, I accepted the pot from him. They had obviously chosen the smallest, sickest plant, it did not even have a bloom on it. Looking down at their smiling faces, I saw their pride in this choice, and knowing how long it took them to choose this particular plant, I smiled and accepted their gift. But then I had to ask, “My darling children, out of all those beautiful flowers, what had made you’ll pick this particular plant to give to me?“
With great pride, my son said, “this one looked like it needed your loving care, Mom.” As tears flowed down my face, I hugged both my children close to me. They had just given me the greatest Mother’s Day gift I could ever have imagined. I realized my sacrifices had not been in vain, they would grow up just fine.
As we grow older, life experiences cloud our judgement, and circumstances create bias. We have earned our years and we think that we understand the ways of the world. But when you think you have everything figured out, something will happen to catch you off guard and surprise you in a profound way. This mother almost had her heart broken.But her beloved children understood that the power of a mother’s love can turn a dying plant into a blossoming seed of life with love and care.
A beautiful Haiku on “I Choose Joy” written by my wonderful friend, Zaza from scribeforlove.blog who always inspires me with her imaginative words. We both have joined these verses together and I have penned few more words as a lovely poem on this theme. Thank you always Zaza:
A sick man one day visited his doctor and as he was preparing to leave the examination room said, “Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side. I have this fear of dying and for that am not being able to sleep normally too.” Very quietly and in a gentle voice, the doctor said, “I don’t know”. The sick man was very sad that he could not get an assuring reply from the doctor and got up to go.
The doctor very kindly got up and held the handle of the door for the patient to leave; on the other side of the alleyway came a sound of scratching and whining and as he opened the door fully, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness and joy and started licking the doctor all over.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, ‘Did you notice my dog? He has never been in this consulting room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear but with joy and happiness at seeing me. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing and that is: ‘I KNOW MY MASTER IS THERE AND THAT IS ENOUGH’.
From this simple yet profound words of the Doctor, the sick man understood what death meant. He thanked the Doctor profusely for opening his eyes and he was overjoyed. He went home a happy man and he was not scared of embracing death when it would come with open arms. Death was a Celebration. Face challenges with a Joyful Heart.