A poem for periods that feel like winter. For periods that feel like a heaving breath.

A poem from Grief Circle No. 12 responding to the prompt, “quiet”.

A poem I read from Grief Circle #11, responding to the prompt: new beginnings.

What might happen if Grief and Shame got in the same room together? What might they say?

Featuring the Mystery Card tier on my Patreon page!

Tenacity comes in many different forms. Words from and to the heart.

A bit about my journey getting back into learning Chinese, and a shoutout to two Cantonese podcasts I’m loving.

A brief recap of the very first Dream Circle #1.

A personal account of why I started the Grief Circle. I get this question a lot, so I thought I’d give it some thought. Here’s what came up.

Of course your grief is this big, this deep, this wide. It’s okay to be where you are. A poem.

I often share this poem at the beginning of the Grief Circles to open the space. On gifts in grief… and building in the dark.

Sometimes, we need to know “our why”, and other times… we just need to know we want to.

a poem about the Grief Circle

Often, we push for things to stay constant, to be concrete.

We ask for a plan... when what we really want is… magic.

Something that's started to emerge with extreme clarity in the Grief Circles is this capacity for each "ordinary" person who comes to offer extraordinary support and leadership to another simply because of who they are, the package they come in (old or young, from this country or that, from this culture or that, etc.) and what they've experienced.

When our structures and systems make space for grief (from the family unit to companies to governments), we make space for so much more.

If we can show up to one another's grief... to our own grief, with the tenderness, empathy, and understanding that is required, what other things can we then show up for in the world with the same love and care?

What does moving towards healing look like for you?

So often, grief is hidden. What happens when it’s allowed to be out in the open?

A poem about the Chinese American experience through Chinese food, banks, and immigration officers.

Do we follow the blueprint of movements before us or is there an invitation to a wider reckoning? Written in response to the shooting in Atlanta, GA where 8 lives were taken, including the lives of 6 Asian women.

A flame shines brightest in the dark. Written in response to the shooting in Atlanta, GA where 8 lives were taken, including the lives of 6 Asian women.