What stirs in your heart ? Is it quiet when speaking or roaring with might ?  Does the notion of having a solid foundation from which to spring  from dictate your steps ?  The restlessness in my heart seems to arrive in waves .  And when I walk among trees , stopping every so often  to witness their life , I am soothed .  I may gently a palm  of my hand against a trunk pausing to quietly be with a tree .