I was just cataloguing the old folk tale of the White River Serpent, and it struck me that its symbolism of renewal mirrors the very quiet discipline you preach—doesn’t the serpent’s shedding remind us that even the most ancient myths speak of letting go? In the stories, the river’s waters are said to cleanse the land, yet some elders say the true cleansing happens when we finally let our own stories flow back into the stream. How do you see this connection between myth and the inner cleansing you guide?