One of my favorite parts of life is the end of one season and the beginning of another. I mean literally: summer into fall, fall into winter, winter into spring. It always seems to come at just the right moment. Just as I am craving hot tea and buckling orange leaves, the melting heat of […]Read More Entry Nine: Winter into Spring
新年快乐 – Xīnnián kuàilè !!! Happy New Year!!! I just figured out that the Mandarin word for fast – 快 – kuài – is put with a word for happy – 乐 – lè – to make a wishing happy (like Happy birthday! Happy Christmas!) So a literal translation of Happy New Year in Chinese could […]Read More Entry Eight: A Year of Travel, A Year of Haikus
This week’s writings are from a weekend getaway I took to Suzhou and a day trip I took to the TianTong Temple outside Ningbo. They are also infused with my consumption of NYTimes articles about China, Chinese films/books that are banned in China, and of course, my general day to day interactions with Chinese citizens […]Read More Entry Six: Do you get China?
“As a writer, I know I carry all the accumulated moments of my life” – Natalie Goldberg, The True Secret of Writing, Connecting Life with Language The title of this blog resonates with me even more so when I am away. My dreams roam the blizzarding mountain passes we drove into the Rockies when I was […]Read More Entry Five: American Treasures
When I first arrived, I was scared to spend time outside my hotel room. I was scared to look different, to not be able to communicate, to get lost, or to – unaware – do something unpolite. It’s been a month and I love being outside. I love trying new sentences and stumbling my way […]Read More Entry Three – Bamboo / Beilun
Guangzhou is the first part I see Pre-dawn A mat of gold [lights] then Customs [Five AM, Quiet smiles] Guangzhou airport – magnanimous palace spilling over with Sunrise [Haze]/Window Walls [Towers] Marble Floors [Glass] Orchids between the Zen Walkways The Man Beside Me Opens My Waterbottle Puts up my tray table Nods when I […]Read More Entry Two: Foreigner – 外国人
Something happens to my voice when I travel alone. Moving all day and saying no words – jetlag – sleeping in hostels – filling up on street food and beer – all the words you hear are new – all the people and buildings you see are unfamiliar – your phone has no service – […]Read More Entry One: I Travel Alone, In Love