What does the sky say?

“When we painted the gold, I felt like I was crowning my pain with honor.”

A Tabiji Eggshell retreat for the Behavioral Health Department of Chinatown Service Center.

Some things can only be discovered when we wait.

Art created to carry a blessing of protection (back view).

You never know what sweetness you might encounter on an ordinary day!

A conversation about art and grief and God.

“When I saw what everyone had created, I expected to see grief. All I saw was beauty.”

The video is live!

“As time goes by, these pieces of my grief become mementos of fragile beauty.”

A poem written for friends after they spoke of the ongoing impact of deaths close to them. Their hearts and spiritual lives have been so changed.

The invitation of a single gold dot.

The new owners of the Ukraine Tabiji Eggshell!

A poem, reflecting on the Monterey Park mass shooting.

Because art can speak our grief when we wander in wordless places of sorrow.

How have the recent mass shootings affected you? Whatever you are feeling or not feeling, be kind to yourself. Go slow. Maybe even slower, till the skies are clear enough for us to see where we are and make our way forward safely together.

Tabiji goes to Prague!

A poem written for the collector of the Hope: Advent Tabiji Eggshell.

What’s waiting for you to notice it?

How a single red leaf undid me.