I can't help but shuffle through the leaves when they are on the ground in the fall. I have watched certifiable grown-ups deliberately take their feet and move them on the ground.... shshhhh, shshhhush the sound flies
into the air. A simple sound. A sound of fall. A sound that requires only a bit of extra energy and a few leaves. Not much.
Ballard, our neighborhood is not very shuffler friendly. Trees with leaves are not usually welcome. I have been told by many a person that if you have trees, the leaves fall. They must be raked, they must composted, they must be contained.
But there is something about those moments when containment seems wrong. I saw a mom show her toddler how to shuffle. They went back and forth and back and forth. I am not good at containing my leaves in a timely fashion. Sometimes it is just a good thing to let them sit there, dry a bit, become crisp and noisy.
Something about shuffling leaves and raking leaves and, in my day, burning leave... something organic and invigorating. Taking something simple, something to be discarded and making it a good thing.
The leaves come, the leaves drop, the leaves are ferreted away. What is reassuring is the tree, the searching roots, the reaching branches and the promise there will be new leaves in the spring.
Right now things are going quiet. We are going to head into real cold and darkness. It is a time to recharge. To use the quiet to reflect on what has happened and to be introspective. Quiet moments, quiet times.
It is important to trust this time as a good time. I am working on doing just that....