Concept is created now. You have slowed the constant mind and caught a thought. Now what to do with it?
Do you immediately let off the first shot heard round your world outdoor life? Or spend time crafting this concept using meditative practices to prepare for a perspective not initially even grasped?
So little options with so little time and many more thoughts to continue. Practiced Patience is needed to go on to initiating an idea. Original or influenced. Inspiration is done all through energy we embody.
The bow is quiet in your gather and approach when equipped as our inner workings. We are the tool that propels the voice. The idea needs to be strung diligently and dedicating the desire behind that the idea needs to demonstrate premeditated direction and a steady eye, grip, and center of attention. Wisdom is earned throughout all this over time. When we think of those in popular our stories who carried a bow or were using archery, there is a frustration you can easily form between your eyebrows during the early stages of learning to be a legend of your craft. We release this breath and steady once again. Each repetition represents how far I am willing to hike and climb throughout this rough.
The hand has become callused but, much more useful than an extraneous nuisance. My difficulty adapting and progressing has been documented and I can experience fully what it means to update and become trained. Much more cunning than the original thought of mine and most others thoughts. Remember each extend of the arm and raise of chin made a difference in where you sculpted your stance this day and age. The fate within our scenario aligns with the moment mass relativity can naturally sync with our life outdoors. The Activity has been constant way before we were a thought but, recognizing what we can claim among us which should ultimately be used to empower not overwhelm.
Your first thought you had to slow down to believe now you shaped your idea into the right trajectory. Can you prepare the long shot knowing a crowd is watching, when no one witnessed the moment you began to aim at your first target?