Harry watched the old monk spin the prayer wheel, its gentle hum blending with the crisp mountain air. “Why do you turn it?” he asked curiously.

The monk smiled. “With every spin, the prayers inside are carried by the wind, spreading compassion and wisdom to all beings.”

Harry reached out hesitantly, feeling the cool metal beneath his fingers. As he turned it, a sense of peace washed over him, like a river flowing through his soul.

Ever spun a prayer wheel? It’s not just a ritual; it’s a moment of mindfulness, a silent prayer for the world.

Try it, and let the prayers flow.