I’m still buzzing from this morning’s capoeira session, sitting here with my cup of cacao, replaying the way the white markings on the floor boxed us into a tight space. Mestre Bico Duro’s instructions were clear—train in constraint to build versatility, to master tight movements even when cornered. It clicked with today’s oracle casting: Preponderance of the Small and The Wanderer. Success through smallness, perseverance bringing fortune. It’s like the universe is sketching a map for me, one small step at a time, and I’m just following the lines.
Capoeira feels like a dance of presence, an extension of my daily sitting and walking meditation. It’s about tuning in—to the body, the space, the interplay with others—while staying grounded and balanced. I keep coming back to this image of a blade of grass: rooted firm, yet swaying wherever the wind takes it, no resistance. That’s what smallness means to me right now—not limitation, but focus. And as I walked back after the session, lost in these thoughts, a monk clearing trash was the first to wish me well for the Lunar New Year. A tiny moment, but it felt like a nod from the universe, aligning with the day’s reading.
Small Miracles, Generational Echoes
This theme of smallness leading to something bigger keeps threading through my family’s stories. Recently, visiting my late aunt’s place, my uncle told me about my mom’s pregnancy with me. She was in distress, still having her menstruation throughout, and doctors were convinced my brother would be her last child. She sought answers in countless temples until a medium reassured her I’d be safe, guarded by Kanzeon. Against all expectations, I was born—a quiet miracle. I see the same improbable beauty in my daughter’s birth. My ex-partner faced complications with a cyst in her womb; her mother, who only bore her, feared she’d never have a child. But after a successful surgery, my daughter arrived—another small, defiant miracle echoing across generations.Wandering with Unexpected Gifts
My uncle also reminded me of another small, pivotal moment—stumbling upon the Heart Sutra in 2008 at the end of an unplanned journey along the Silk Road to London. What started as a casual trip to China with a friend unearthed a deep spiritual restlessness. In Cappadocia, Turkey, a Sufi mystic gifted me the sutra, a fleeting exchange that planted a seed. I didn’t fully grasp it until years later when I arrived at a friend’s place in London, the weight of the journey sinking in. Eventually, I began reciting it daily, then moved to offering cacao—medicine of the heart. My cousin teases that I’ve ditched e-commerce for overlanding, visiting apothecaries, often finding a Buddha statue in the spaces where I share cacao. Small encounters, small offerings, weaving into a broader path.These small, unexpected turns keep pushing me past every deadlock. Last year, when I mentally checked out of the Agroverse Cacao project after tariff disruptions, an invitation to Vivi’s farm, Jesus Do Deus, came just in time. This year, as I brace for gasoline costs to expand the cacao distribution network, my mum—without me asking—offers a $10,000 SGD injection. It’s not a huge amount in the grand scheme, but it’s precisely what I need to move cacao from Brazil to San Francisco for this next phase of overlanding. My cousin calls it a pilgrimage. My uncle calls it fate. I’m just marveling at how the pieces keep fitting.
A Decade of Restless Transformation
Looking at my Bazi chart, I’ve been reflecting on this ten-year cycle from 2019 to 2029—Owl Seal in the sky with Yang Water, Direct Seal on Earth with the Rat. It’s marked a weird, restless shift. I’ve been moving nonstop, place to place, driven by unexpected interventions. It’s felt like being forced to face the dark night of the soul—something I’d dodged for years. Now, seven years in, I’m sensing a change. The movement, once chaotic, is starting to feel calibrated, centering on projects like Agroverse Cacao that match my love of wandering and my values of living in harmony with nature.Reflections for the day: Smallness isn’t a cage—it’s a key. The oracle’s whisper of Preponderance of the Small and The Wanderer feels like a reminder to trust the tight circles, the winding trails. Whether it’s a capoeira drill, a family miracle, or a timely financial nudge, it’s the small moves that shape the journey.
So, where are you seeing the power of the small in your life? Are you navigating tight spaces or wandering with the wind? I’d love to hear how these little moments are guiding you.
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