Hello Reader, This morning’s story was about a monk named Pema who danced every day after work at the monastery. Rain or shine. Old monks frowned. Said it was a distraction from prayer. But Pema smiled and said, “My dance is my prayer… I connect with the universe and experience joy and peace.” It's a reminder that presence doesn’t always come through stillness or silence or a seated, cross-legged pose. It can be movement. It can be sweat. Sometimes it’s a clean forehand flick. Even though...