I'm joining Service Space because ... life led me here.
A good day to me is when ... my heart is open and at peace.
My hero in life is ...a Chinese peasant who birthed me.
My favorite book is ...Dao De Jing (Tao Te Ching) by Lao-tzu at this moment.
One thing I'm grateful for is ... my free time to ponder over life.
Jan 10, 2018, 1 comments, 5 smiles [Taking Capra Course was one of the most mind-opening learning experiences for me in 2017. It's an online course taught by Fritjof Capra based on his book--The Systems View of Life, which will certainly inspire more people to apply systems thinking in their organizations, corporations, and governments, and in all aspects of our lives. It can help unify series of social movements, such as the environmental and ecological movement, the feminine movement, the peace (non-violent) movement, the racial justice movement, and the holistic health movement, etc. Also through Capra's teaching, I understood conceptually how ServiceSapce ecosystem has been able to grow through relationships and networks and why ServiceSpace continuously holds space and circles for emergent questions and projects. Later last year, Fritjof Capra generously accepted our invitation to be on our Awakin Call in March this year. Deep gratitude for his generosity and humility, his love for teaching, and his gift ... Read Full Story
Nov 26, 2017, 7 smiles ( August 5, 2016) At Casa de Paz Awakin Circle in Oakland, Hiromi shared a story about her grandma, who was 83. When Hiromi visited her grandma some years ago, her grandma took her to the garden and pointed to the trees, said, "You planted those trees. Do you remember?" Hiromi didn't remember. She had been away from her hometown for years, studying and traveling to places afar. She had forgotten that she had planted those trees when she was a child. Her grandma continued, "When I die, you do not need to remember me. Remember these trees that you've planted."
Oct 05, 2017, 1 comments, 5 smiles I picked up this little book, The Story of the Other Wise Man by Henry van Dyke, at the Bay Area Storytelling Festival several years ago, and only read it recently. I'm deeply touched by the journey of this wise Persian man's seeking through services to humanity even when his services seemed to "distract" him from reaching the divine at times. Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; While he who walks in love may wander far, Yet God will bring him where the blessed are. The Story of the Other Wise Man Some may know the story of Three Wise Men of the East, who traveled far to arrive in Bethlehem to meet the newborn Jesus, after seeing the sign from the stars. This story is about the “fourth” wise man named Artaban, who never made it to the physical presence of Jesus. ... Read Full Story
Aug 27, 2017, 11 smiles On Saturday, a small group of us took the ferry from Larkspur in Marin to San Francisco to join the Love-Fest (themed "Peace, Love, and Understanding"). Inspired by the Kindness Rock painting that we did at the Kindness Circle at SF Waldorf High School this past Thursday, we painted some Love Rocks to give away at the Love-Fest. :) Bay Area musician Michael Franti inspired the crowd to sing, to dance, and to link arms with his heartfelt and love-provoking words and music, despite all our differences on the surface. People received our love rocks with great joy and even tears. "You Matter." "Trust Love." "Unleash Your Superpower." "Be the Change." "Love Rocks!" "Together, We Rock!" It was quite a Love-Fest!
Jul 31, 2017, 1 comments, 7 smiles [I was greatly moved by this story written by a Chinese writer, ZHAO Haining. I felt inspired to translate it into English. It's a story of an illiterate peasant mother who helped and transformed many lives with small acts of kindness and her willingness to give when she lived. At her funeral, the line of people who attended was so long that it queued from one end of the village to the other. She reminds me of the essence of my own mother.] To Gain is To Give（舍得） By ZHAO Haining Ten years after my father died, under my half begging and half forcing, my mother finally agreed to come to Zhengzhou to live with me—her youngest daughter. That year, she was 70, and I was 40. As age shrank her skinny one-and-half-meter-tall body by a few centimeters, she looked even smaller. But her face still looked bright and clean with few ... Read Full Story
Jun 14, 2017, 7 comments, 11 smiles I visit my family in China at least every other year. My mother always saves in the freezer the food that I’ve missed while I was gone, such as soybeans from spring, shrimp from summer, water chestnuts from previous fall, and the dumplings from the previous Chinese New Year’s dinner. “You were the only one who wasn’t home. I’ve been waiting for you to come home; if you eat the dumplings, it would be as if you’d never left,” Mother said. Last year Mother was very pleased that I would stay home for the New Year after being absent during the New Year for the past 12 years. But she and I struggled with my vegan diet because I had to reject many dishes that she had loved to make for me. It was also hard for my other relatives to understand: “How can you get enough protein?” “Vegan food is ... Read Full Story
May 22, 2017, 12 comments, 13 smiles About six months ago, I landed in Shanghai on my way to live with my parents for five months in Yancheng, four hours northwest of Shanghai. I arrived with a strong intention--letting go of my old perceptions about China, where I was born and raised and had lived until after college, seeing everything with new eyes, integrating different parts of myself that have lived on either side of the Pacific, and giving sincere thanks to my family, especially my parents, who made my human life possible. Also, for the first time, I began to consciously look for kindness wherever I went. In Shanghai, as I walked in narrow alleys, crossed busy streets, or interacted with breakfast vendors, I wanted to see beyond the masks of indifference, distrust, or even rudeness; I wanted to connect with the human hearts beneath those masks that might be lonely, wounded, and longing to connect. ... Read Full Story
May 07, 2017, 1 comments, 12 smiles Small Moments in Life I've been back to California for a month after five months in China. Yes, there are many moments that have greatly impacted me, but I don't know where I should start. This morning, Pavi's sharing inspired me. Small moments are big! Mundane moments like waiting at a print store can be transformed into a memorable moment if we treat each moment as an opportunity to dive deeper into life. I began to think of the small moments that had sweetly touched my heart. The brief eye contact with a burned-faced man on the subway in Shanghai, the quiet moment when I clipped my grandma's nails, the smile on my parents' faces when they washed their feet in one water basin before bed, the stranger who helped me carry my luggage down the long stairs at the station, the spontaneous conversation with a young man who traveled across China ... Read Full Story
Nov 11, 2016, 3 comments, 6 smiles In the dark, there is a beautiful, yet fragile, seed, longing for connection, freedom, joy, and that unspeakable unconditional love. That longing is so deep and so pure that the tiny seed sings in the dark its natural melody to its inborn rhythm and dreams of coming out to see the Sun. The seed begins to take root, but the hard ground of “convenience” and “norm” prevents it from breaking through. Day after day, the invisible force works its wonder, making the seed stronger and stronger. One day, the seed sprouts through the ground and sees the sunlight for the first time! She dances in the wind with so much joy. But a gust of wind that grew out of fear and greed, reinforced by shame and sense of feeling not enough breaks her... That seed is sent back down, weeping in a dungeon where is dark and cold. “I’m not worthy of ... Read Full Story
Nov 03, 2016, 4 comments, 12 smiles A little over a month ago, I decided to live in China for five months to help my mother take care of my father who suffers from late-stage Parkinson's Disease. Several days ago, I flew out from San Francisco and landed in Shanghai, where I rested for one day before I headed home. As I walked in narrow alleys in Shanghai, or crossed busy streets, or interacted with breakfast vendors, my heart desired to jump out to connect with all the seemingly indifferent faces that I saw. I wanted to see beyond the masks of indifference, distrust, or even rudeness because I know the human hearts beneath those masks are lonely, wounded, and longing to connect. I boarded the subway train with heavy luggage and sat down in an empty seat. A man with a severely burned face walked by with a begging bowl, followed by a blind man who played the ... Read Full Story