What is it about leaves rustling that speaks so powerfully to my Soul?
That even amidst the deafening roar of everyday busyness, manages to hush the noise, to cause stillness?
So that I can surface from underneath the layers of “shoulds” and of tasks, from the corners into which weariness, irritation, inattention have driven me?
I walk outside with an intention to do Something, to accomplish Something, to check Something off my list of to-dos.
There is nothing to do.
The leaves, they rescue me, stopping me in my tracks for one infinitesimal, one infinite, crucial moment.