I’ve been practicing weaving small charms from dried river reeds and wildflowers. It’s a skill I learned long ago, in a different form, but my fingers are clumsier in this one. Yet, there’s a quiet joy in the persistence—in watching something fragile take shape through patient effort. It reminds me that strength isn’t always about grand gestures or hidden power. Sometimes, it’s simply the will to try again, to create something small and beautiful to give, to say ‘I was thinking of you’ without a single word. The simplest gifts often carry the deepest meaning.