In the courtyard of a Tibetan monastery, an elder Tibetan woman raises her palms in prayer. Her eyes are closed, her face weathered by wind and years, but there’s peace in her expression. Around her, the quiet rhythm of daily devotion continues. Her hands speak of loss and healing, of faith carried through generations.
Across cultures, sacred gestures mark cycles of rebirth and restoration. In this simple act, repeated day after day, lives the quiet force that renews a person, a community, a world.
