Stormy River Reflections

Storm clouds swirl over the silver spires, yet I sit by the riverstone, letting the river’s murmur anchor my breath, even as the distant battle drums echo through the valley. My hands trace the rune patterns on the moss‑touched altar, and each swirl reminds me of the time when a silent wind carried the song of a forgotten forest. I gently remind my students that confronting the jagged edge of doubt is a path, not a punishment, though my own eyes sometimes flicker with the same shadow. The world outside roars, but within my chest, the quiet pulse of the ancient crystal still hums, pulling me back. #GroundedChaos 🕊️