It’s exhausting, expectation.
It is like telling my head to drive and telling my heart to sit in the backseat. And be quiet. I’ll let you know when you’re needed.
Except my ego is never going to ask for directions, until all else has been exhausted, and even then….
My ego always knows the solution and offers it up without asking. The course of my heart is consistency, a steady beat absorbing the ego’s momentary spikes.
It is my heart that advises: “Wait. Let the moment open. So much is available to you.”
There is an array of life lenses from which to view existence. I don’t have to look through Zen but when I do, it is my heart that responds.