Story of the Month

Such a Love

A poem to contemplate our relationship to our planet on this Earth Day.

The Healing Prayer

For this year's end and next year's beginning. Releasing the old and bringing in the new. Reminisce on the past and envision the future. Joyous Holidays and Happy New Year.

The Terrible Transformation

Being an artist is the most difficult thing I've ever had to be. Putting myself and my work out in the world. Responding authentically to what is in front of me. Not letting my mind slip back into sleep. Having clarity about my intentions. Being thoughtful about what stories I release into the world.

There are many times I would rather say, "I cannot do this. This is not for me."

It has been almost a year since I last sent out a post. I'm happy to say it's because I have been busy building up my intuitive energy practice. It is also because I have been challenging myself as an artist. This summer I trained at American Conservatory Theater's Summer Training Congress. For five weeks, I committed myself to being an artist.

I had no idea what that fully meant. For over 10 hours every day, I showed up to class challenging myself to be physically-emotionally-mentally present. Being fully awake was the most difficult tasks I've experienced in my life.

My poem, The Terrible Transformation, is based on a journal that I wrote during my training. It is a poem about change, the creative process and the lessons I learned about not only being an artist, but about being awake to life.

This poem is dedicated to all of us who are brave enough to wrestle with and challenge our lives.

The Great Movement

Despite the horror of the U.S. election results and the daily unfolding of vitriolic and hateful events happening around this country, I witness the beauty of people working together, standing up together and breaking down their silos to re-create and imagine community. This poem was inspired by Grace Lee's film American Revolutionary: The Evolution of Grace Lee Boggs. Grace Lee Boggs said that "evolution is the revolution" and that brought chills to my spine. Here's to our evolution!

Musical Composition: The Story of Variance

For years, I have enjoyed sharing my poetry and writings with you. For the first time, I am sharing a piece of music I composed.

My new musical composition Variance is the latest piece in my creative exploration of Ancestral Roots. The piece, like the theme, was not one I was searching for.

Instead it was a secret being revealed to me in glimpses and images over this past year.

Hands Constructed 手工

From Sept 8-11, 2016 at CounterPulse Theater SF, I will be performing as part of Dohee Lee's exquisite and powerful ARA Ritual I: Waterways.

My dreams have been realized as I have had the privilege to be part of the creative team. I worked with Bay Area Bhutanese Youth, an amazing team of artists (Dohee Lee, Lauren Geiger and Jose Navarrete) and Peralta Hacienda (Victor Moreno) to workshop amazing youth voices.

I have also been part of CoRazOn, an Oakland collective of immigrant and refugee artists and performers. In this intimate and vulnerable space, we have explored stories of home, ancestors, hopes and dreams.

This has been a deeply meaningful process for me. Some of you may remember my story "Fulfilling a Dream in Theater" where I shared my mom's childhood dreams of dancing and acting. Performing in ARA is a tribute to my mom and ancestors who have dreamed of storytelling through art. I am also indebted to the many immigrants and refugees who have shared their stories with me and whose voices will be echoed in this performance.

Hands Constructed is a piece that comes from this summer's process. I hope you will join us to witness and participate in ARA Ritual I: Waterways. Stories are our medicine.

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The Psalmist’s Cry

This month's poem is dedicated to my co-workers and friends who have spoken up for the truth. I and another colleague were fired last week. To date, 8 others have taken a stand and resigned.

To learn more about what has happened at Community Health for Asian Americans click:

While our hearts are sad about the injustice of a few, the many will continue to bring seeds of hope and promise to this earth.

Peace, Amy

My Fearless Summer

Summer is coming around the corner! Many of us have already signed up our kids for summer camp. We want to find exciting extracurricular activities for them and give them the opportunity to learn something new or hone a special talent they have.

But what about you? When was the last time you signed up for summer camp or a workshop? Or gave yourself a shot at doing something you haven't done since you were a kid?

Last summer, I had the amazing opportunity to participate in American Conservatory Theater's Back to the Source Educator Institute. And it radically changed my life, allowing me to be bolder in what I want for myself.


To heal means to remember and to remember means to let go. These past couple of months have been especially difficult for me as I have been immersed in a lot of healing, remembering, and letting go of trauma. The amazing thing is that in my sorrow and grief, my body would not let me die. My body knew something greater than my mind did. It knew that I am infinitesimal.

May this poem encourage those of you, who like me at times, feel your sadness and pain to be singular. I hope you find comfort in being infinitesimally beyond yourself.

A New Revolution

This poem is a tribute to the memory and work of Grace Lee Boggs, activist, philosopher and writer. I am inspired by her words, "I don't know what the next American revolution is going to be like. But we might be able to imagine it if the imagination were rich enough." Here is to our next American revolution.....

Prayer to Mother Ocean

Every year, a healing ceremonial waterwalk is led by Indigenous peoples here in the Bay Area at Ocean Beach in SF.

Last year I had the privilege to attend and share in community, sending prayers of healing for our waters.

The Chinese character for ocean is pictorially depicted as "Mother Ocean". While I could not join this year's waterwalk, this prayer came to me from Mother Ocean to share with all.

Blessings, Amy

The Colors of Freedom

I wrote “The Colors of Freedom” after participating in the May 1 2009 International Workers’ Day/ Immigrant Rights March. For the month of November 2011, I want to dedicate “The Colors of Freedom” to all of us around the world who march for freedom for ourselves and each other.