For me maintaining heedfulness is often a kind of balancing act in paying attention. Like paddling a tippy boat across choppy waters from wind and other larger boats. Like keeping the unbroken attention of a wild squirrel living in the back yard or like me not burning breakfast every morning . But that's just some view of heedfulness through my eyes.
Beyond me, heedfulness is already stable.
I see it as calm and understanding. A careful attentiveness. The water unbothered by wind and boats, inviting and supportive. A quiet understanding the squirrel is wild and will do what wild squirrels do. A perfect breakfast because without me, there's no one here to burn it.
I would truly like to be as stable as I perceive heedfulness.
Maybe I will be just that.