Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.
Insomnia at 3 AM. I opened the I Ching my teacher recommended. Three coins, six throws, one hexagram. Not superstition or fortune-telling — but a way to see the answer you already know but won't admit.
After moving my couch from the west wall to the east, something felt off for a week. A friend said I had a tiger behind me. That sent me into the Four Symbols — four creatures the ancients saw in the stars, and what they say about the space around us.
At a dinner party, someone asked about MBTI. I took the test, and it reminded me of what adults used to say about my zodiac sign. BaZi and MBTI answer the same question — who am I? A chart can only tell you the weather. Walking the road is up to you.
Where your bed faces, which way the mirror points, what's above your head — these little things you thought didn't matter might be quietly stealing your sleep. It's not superstition. It's your body being honest.
Pang was a lay practitioner in the Tang Dynasty who sank his fortune into the river and lived by weaving bamboo baskets. His daughter Lingzhao said: When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep. That is practice.
Last night I couldn't sleep. Tossed and turned, then got up and flipped through the Shurangama Sutra. There's a passage that stopped me cold — the Buddha said when someone points at the moon, you should look at the moon, not stare at the finger. It felt like a mirror showing me a habit I repeat every single day.