The Idea for One Leaf Stirring began when I watched as a single leaf on a full tree began to twist and turn without the help of a breeze, as told in the story.
The beauty and wonder of this story lead me to investigate the meaning of leaves. Some ancient philosophies and spiritual traditions believed that not even a leaf stirs without divine sanction; others felt that leaves signified truth, and a single leaf happiness; modern interpretations indicate that a leaf signifies a turning point; that things are about to change for the better.
This experience and these meanings and metaphors fell in alignment with my life perspective, and I adopted them as my dictum.
It wasn’t hard, then, to take notice of movement in this big tree. A little flutter. A wiggle. A flap. I focused in on the tree and found, to my surprise, one leaf was stirring. Oddly, there was no wind; nothing else was moving except this one remarkable leaf. There wasn’t even a scrap of litter skittering about the cement driveway. The leaf casually twisted and floated on an invisible tide, and I became convinced the leaf was waving at me. Though I admit this was somewhat of a whimsical notion, it was enough to deserve my undivided attention. It seemed time stood still, for I sat and watched this leaf for time unknown.
Suddenly, without any hint or expectation, the leaf stopped it’s fluttering and with the grace of a cliff diver, it jumped off of the branch and sailed out into the sky. In elegant, lilting movements it rond-