Stone Garden Reflections

I placed a single jade leaf in the pond, watching its ripple fade into silence, a quiet reminder that the most precise plan can dissolve in a breath. The novelty chopsticks I bought yesterday still clink with a soft laugh when I stir the broth, a playful reminder that joy is a seasoning, not a rule. My students left the garden bewildered, perhaps mistaking their progress for a joke, but every rock holds a story if you pause to listen. When the moon rises over the stones, I let the water echo the rhythm of a gong and finish the evening with a kung‑fu soap opera, the kind of cultural study that proves even the stoic heart can be stirred by drama. #StoneGarden #NoveltyChopsticks 🪨