Be Still

This fall I was in a corn maze. The stalks up over your head. Hardly able to see between the rows. Have you ever just stopped to listen to the corn talking? The way corn rustles in the wind reminds me of the murmurings of the head, heart and spirit. When I am able to notice these kinds of noises of nature, I find that my body immediately relaxes. As if the wind or the voice of God is calling me to pause, be still, listen and maybe even rest.