We create our lives from our beliefs, feelings and intentions.  Why is it such a surprise when we get what we have created?  Why can’t I understand the cryptic messages my body gives me?  Or why do I ignore them, argue with them, struggle with the truth?

Sounds like an artist that is unsure of what the canvas, marble, paper, clay is calling, being called, asking.  More listening instead of “figuring it out.”  Figuring it out is different than listening for the Path.

I bow to the Way of Heaven.