In the stillness of the morning, before the world stirs with its ceaseless hum, I fold my palms.

Not merely as a gesture, but as a bridge – a quiet meeting of the seen and unseen, the finite and the infinite.

In this whole month of November, I have aspired to follow in the footsteps of my inspiring teachers to dedicate an intention to doing a noble deed daily. Having tagged along on several of their merit-making missions, I have picked up many ingenious ideas and neat tips on how to go about it in a way that hits the right spot for the spirit within. However, as I stared at a blank new page on my notepad, I saw my mind quickly filled with many thoughts of endless possibilities.