​AUDREY CHIN 

In Xinjiang, the water tables are buried deep.  The winters are cold, the summers burning – a  geography perfect for forcing fragrant...

Sometimes it feels like we’re spooning up the East Ocean – we have hope, but still it feels impossible, and sometimes, we're overwhelmed..

It’s taken me almost a lifetime to learn to sit and be with myself, to be aware of my now and to let go. Animals, they do it naturally...

With each birthday, death becomes more forward.  Good face days become fewer and farther apart. Death begins to make her presence felt...