Let this be
my last word,
that I trust in
Your love.

Rabindranath Tagore

Rustle, rustle, rustle.  That was how my mind felt as I closed the front door and headed toward a neighborhood trail.  There were no particular thoughts or storylines happening in my mind.  Instead, there was a just a general connection with layers of contemporary unsettledness.  In going for a walk, I trusted that likely some experience along the way would invite my mind to quieten and surrender into its  deeper and long-...