hot heart, cool hands

There are moments when my heart is just bursting at the seams, driving my mind wild with visions towards my desire.

If I can move, I do. I head down the path, ideally without haste, but with speed.

Sometimes the path is not clear.

Sometimes an unclear path makes me question the vision, and my heart loses steam.

Sometimes an unclear path reinforces the vision, and my heart races harder.

In these moments of intensity, when energy surges throughout, my only relief valve is … patience.

Patience does not imply a cooling, in fact, it is the opposite - the fire contained burns even more intensely - and so I redirect my wild heart to purpose, with cool hands, which has always served me well.