State of grace

I’ve been thinking a lot about grace recently.  Grace as a concept of forgiveness, redemption, of righting past wrongs and moving forward At the same time, I have been working to better understand ideas about beauty in relation to this idea of grace.  As a creative person and spiritual thinker, I see beauty and grace... Continue Reading →

Spirituality and Mindful Leadership in Myanmar

At the upcoming Young Global Leaders Annual Summit at the World Economic Forum for East Asia in Myanmar (Burma), I, along with two of my colleagues, Shoukei Matsumoto and Thura Ko, will be running an Impact Journey on Spirituality and Mindful Leadership for our fellow YGLs. I was first inspired to propose a workshop on this... Continue Reading →

The Charter for Compassion

I had the privilege of attending a talk by the religious historian Karen Armstrong on her Charter for Compassion the other day in Paris. A former nun, Ms Armstrong is best known for her books on the major world religions.  In 2008, she received the TED prize and was asked to make one wish that... Continue Reading →

The call for feminine leadership

A friend recently related to me a story of how a female colleague of hers, a brilliant and articulate public figure, had been completely overshadowed by the forceful persuasion techniques and aggressive stance of her male interlocuters on a televised debate.  She expressed disappointment in this as the seeming evidence of men’s greater power over... Continue Reading →

Returning Home

Well, here I am, on the plane to Chengdu, my first trip back to China in over a year. I’ve missed the Hua Dan team.  It’s been a rocky road for all of us, in one way or another, and I’m eager to be together again, after so long.  I’m excited to be working with... Continue Reading →

L’Amour, pas la peur

Tout en jouant, un petit garçon exubérant  m’a jeté son manteau, s’attirant ainsi la colère de sa grand-mère, qui l’a obligé à s’excuser. Plus tard ce soir-là, il a refusé de me parler, et ne voulait plus se joindre à nous pour écouter comme d’habitude l’histoire du soir avant de se coucher. Il boudait sous sa... Continue Reading →


A little boy playing around, rather exuberantly threw his coat at me, incurring the wrath of grandma and a forced apology to me. Later that evening, he refused to talk to me, no longer wishing to be part of the bedtime story routine, sulking under his duvet, trying to push me out of the door.... Continue Reading →

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