Building MLK's beloved community The draft of my talk for the Engaged Buddhism panel at "The Future of American Buddhism" conference June 2-5
A letter to the white man at the hot springs To the overly friendly white man who spoke to me on five separate occasions in five hours at a clothing-optional hot springs resort on the morning of my birthday, You
Full moon, blood moon birthday Happy birthday, dear Melanie. In the waning hours of your birthday, soak in the healing red glow of the full blood moon.
An ocean of belonging Step into this ocean of belonging. Around you there are beings who accept and love themselves. They float, welcoming the rising tide, accepting the ebb and flow of water with
There is no wasted time This morning I found myself in a familiar loop, worrying about whether the grey weather would limit my enjoyment of the regional botanic gardens, whether I’d be cold and miserable.
Creating cultures of liberation Reflections from second web3 dialogueHow does enlightenment arise in the body? For a moment, I return to the meditation cushion past midnight, the singing of the frogs accompanying me. I
Naming our ancestral stories Reflections from first web3 dialogueThe stories of our ancestors are at the root of our suffering and provide us a path forward into the light of liberation. Where do we
on thay's passing My teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, has died. In the Plum Village tradition we say “continued in new form” or “transitioned” to avoid the delusion of “life and death”.
Returning to wholeness in 2022 Sink into the spring of healing. Slowly bathe this human body in attention, soft fingertips caressing scalp so tenderly we weep.
A wedding blessing (for Ellen and Earl) Ellen is the sister in my chosen family The one I turn to when I forget who I am In her face I see the fullness of our collective journey,
Let’s be human together. As the holidays approach, I'm celebrating all of the little things that have gone well for me this week. Doing my best to offer grace when it’s not possible.
sand towers I stand on the beach watching a child kneel down building with their hands mounds of sand like towers overlooking the ocean. They build, she builds three, four piles of
spoken word at 31 I want to speak in poetry, where the silence means as much as the sound — where silence is sound. Let this silence be stillness, the listening of this body to the creek passing through worn rocks on a journey downstream.
celebrating the harvest I want to learn to take up space that arises out of confidence and faith in my own song, a space that is expansive and immediate, grounded in the present moment, alive.
Stilling the ocean Meeting sorrow and disappointment in the midst of ongoing acts of violence against Asian people, particularly Asian womenI touch into my anguish and fear of inhabiting this Asian body at
Bringing my values to the workplace as an Engineering Manager My mission is to build empathy and wellbeing into engineering teams. How can I create the conditions to foster belonging, wonder, integrity, and contribution in the workplace?
The world I'm building One day I want to build a company without borders, one where an Arab and an American and a Chinese can gather in a virtual space and build a better,
Welcoming this body to 2021 An annual love letter to myselfDear one, It is time to lay your body down to rest. Offer your torso and legs a bed of wildflowers, your head a soft
Crafting a Memory of Wellbeing from the Car Crash I was in the forest with a notebook and pen, listening to a message from the trees. The energy was easeful, spacious, curious. I wrote and listened and breathed in
The message from the trees Not long after requesting a message from the trees, I slammed into one going 15-20 mph in my car. The tree stood strong. My head slammed into the steering wheel
Red sky Wildfires are raging across California. The sky is burnt red orange grey. Ash has settled on my stationary car, the bare earth, the leafy trees near my window, my moving
ease and encouragement I give the ease in my body space to enjoy the bird calls coming from the three pines. A plane hums overhead. Genmaicha in my cup. The air is cool
kickboxing and joy Today a friend and I were both feeling down, so I proposed we do yoga together over Zoom video. Can I be honest with you, Melanie? They said. I don’
Constriction and space (3 ways) 1Constriction is in the furrowing of my brow, visible to only the sharpest observer running in line from my third eye to throat to belly button a sharp arrow on
Sit.Walk.Listen: Bringing "collective awakening" to the streets of San Francisco This past Sunday June 14, I sat crosslegged in front of San Francisco’s City Hall, letting the words of the poet Langston Hughes flow over me, a vast and
