​AUDREY CHIN 

I spent the second week of Advent on a silent retreat in Chiangmai contemplating the mystery of God In the poem below, I’ve tried to...

Credit: Photo by Forest and Kim http://www.desert-tropicals.com Including me! One of my readers, Joe Bunting asked me to do a guest post...

I had a nightmare about pacmen shooting at me; they were shouting – Resistance is futile! resistance is futile.   Clearly the product of...

I’m a blur mother, the kind that fed baby food into my daughter’s ear while chatting to three other women. But I wasn’t a total lost...

Like any other big city, you can’t ever find a taxi at rush-hour in my city. And of course the buses don’t move when there’s gridlock....

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

We do this and we do that. We go here and we go there. But we’re never satisfied. What will give us rest?

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...