3.14.2018

Choosing a Chinese Medicine School


Chinese medicine, and any true course of study, is a lifetime of study. Even if you don’t pursue formal Chinese medicine for future licensure and practice, you can still study it for pleasure, historical value, and quality of life improvement. This article is for those who hope to formally embark on this Chinese medicine journey, who inquire about my experiences at the three Chinese medicine schools I attended, the seven I visited, and the numerous others that I researched before committing to this education. 

Graduate level Chinese medicine education, usually to earn a Master’s degree, is required for licensure to practice acupuncture in most places in the USA. A few states provide licensure without a degree, fewer don't even require licensure. See the NCCAOM website (our licensing board) for the laws for your state. Here, I write about picking a suitable graduate level Chinese medicine program in the USA for licensure, as my experience has been thus. 

It is a bittersweet investment, and exhausting, challenging, rewarding, and life-changing journey. It is only the formal beginning of this journey. I hope that this article is useful and helpful. Enjoy.

Note: I started writing this article when I left NUNM last spring. Over a year later, it is still unfinished. I’m still in school, and keep adding to it, but I want to share it now, as we're approaching application time for fall 2018 matriculation in most schools. Perhaps I’ll publish a more polished version in the future, but here it is, for now. Pardon the unpolished bits. 

Key to a few terms, before we begin
AFEA= Academy for Five Element Acupuncture (my 1rst school, in Florida)
NUNM= National University of Natural Medicine (my 2nd school, in Oregon)
AMU= Alhambra Medical University (my 3rd and current school, in CA
ACAOM=Accreditation Commission for Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine (they approve schools)

You
What do you want?
Get clear about your goals, needs, desires, strengths, and weaknesses. What are you willing or not willing to give up or compromise for this education? This includes home/ location, current job/ career, financial commitment, etc. If you want the best education and are able to commit time, money, home, and likely even career, then move to China or Taiwan, and commit to learning Chinese first, then studying for another 6-7 years, there. However, USA acupuncture licensure requires that you study in the USA. Students who study abroad have to take a certain number of classes here in the USA, and then take the USA acupuncture board exams for licensure. I decided not to study abroad for that reason, and also for reasons of time and comfort. I can always return to China/ Taiwan after I graduate and into my future for supplemental studies.
Every school has its strong and weak points. Decide what’s most important to you. If herbs are your priority, then choose a school with a strong herbal program. If saving money is your priority, then choose the cheapest school. If you want to focus on a certain style of acupuncture, modality, demographic, or condition, then pick a school that excels in that area. Otherwise, pick a school that provides a solid foundation of the basics (diagnostics, points, and herbs), with a strong clinical program, and at a reasonable price. Be idealistic, yet realistic. No school is perfect.

What kind of learner are you?
Do you prefer small classes, or large lecture halls? Are you more of an introvert or extrovert?

What are your goals?
If you’d like to be a clinician, then choose a school with a strong clinical component: many hours observing practitioners with over 10 years of experience. Some people are fantastic clinicians, but terrible teachers. See what you can learn best with, and what you can simply “put up” with. If you’d like to be an academic, then attend a didactic school with excellent philosophical lecturers, and perhaps go for a doctoral program in classical Chinese, like what I started off doing at NUNM. If you are attending school for self enrichment, and don’t want to pursue it as a career, then simply pick a school with a style and cost that you resonate with, like some students do at AMU.

Location
Where do you live, now? Where do you want to live, in the future?
Pick a school where you’ll happily live for 3-5 years, and likely after graduation. Students form life-long relationships with fellow students, professors, patients, and local community. After graduation, most students remain local to school. Choose a place where you could live long-term, where the cost of living, landscape, weather, human population, and work availability all suit you. Research the acupuncture laws in your desired state(s) of practice. Do those state(s) have their own board exams or requirements? Will you live/ work in a state that requires both herbal and acupuncture board exams for licensure? Does your school cover herbs, if it’s required by your state laws? Is your school accredited by ACAOM and your desired state(s)?

Money
“Pick the cheapest school where you can get out the fastest,” said one of my mentors as I was researching schools, “You learn everything after you graduate, anyhow.” “Don’t worry about the money,” said another, younger friend, “it’s an investment.” I picked my first school, AFEA, because it fit my nomadic lifestyle, focused on a style of acupuncture that I liked, and was reasonably priced. However, I found focusing on just one style of acupuncture to be limited in perspective, and decided to change to the most expensive school in the country (NUNM), to better fit my academic goals. After 1.5 years there though, I felt like the cost of my education was not commensurate with the quality of my education, and decided to leave again, this time to one of the cheapest schools in the country (AMU), to just put my nose to the grindstone and finish my education as elegantly and cheaply as possible.

How much are you willing or able to pay? Do you have a family to support, or pre-existing debt? There are almost no scholarships available. Most students go into heavy debt of over $100,000 including all expenses, depending on the school, and location. Some schools offer negligible in-school scholarships. Government-funded financial aid is available at most larger schools, but at cut-throat rates that begin accruing immediately upon withdrawal of funds. At NUNM, our government loan rate was around 6%. Some schools offer low-paying work-study. I juggled a few work-study jobs at NUNM, which included filling herbal prescriptions in the school medicinary, assisting at school events, and caretaking plants in the school garden. These were relaxing jobs that paid minimally, but were wonderful learning opportunities. AMU and AFEA are both too small to offer work-study, but allow flexibility and a lower price tag, so students can still work part-time and emerge with less debt.

Does tuition cost remain consistent through school, or does it increase yearly? At NUNM, our tuition increased every year. When I left, it was $420 per credit, with costs rising as much as 4% each year. Most students left NUNM with $150,000 to $200,000 (and up) in debt, depending on what program(s) they did. A friend who is a father and primary provider of his household started off getting enough financial assistance for NUNM but once the tuition increased, was no longer able to make ends meet. Most NUNM students are enrolled full time, taking out full loans. Few hold part-time jobs, as NUNM has a demanding program that requires full focus and time commitment. AMU is a quarter of the cost, at $125 per unit. Most classes occur in evenings or on weekends, so students can work full or part time while attending school, accruing less or no debt.

What are you willing to sacrifice, or invest in, for this education? Total cost of education includes cost of living (ie. food, rent, clothes), associated student costs (ie. expensive textbooks, clinical gear), and other unforeseen expenses. After graduation, expenses include board exams, starting a business, etc. We are not guaranteed jobs upon graduation, but need to be creative entrepreneurs. It can take 2-3 years to build a practice, depending on your location, business skills, practitioner skills, and luck. Research your local Chinese medicine market, and talk with seasoned practitioners. This is a big investment.

Time
Do you want to work part time, and graduate in 5 or more years? Or do you want to fully commit to school, and graduate in 3-4 years?

Business
Business skills are an integral part of “making it” as an acupuncturist. Most schools have a weak business program, if it exists at all. Invest in business classes as you get close to graduation, pick up books at the library on this topic, notice how things are run in the school clinic, and ask fellow acupuncturists in your desired practice location. School will not provide all the tools that you need to begin a practice. We must develop strong business skills and become creative entrepreneurs on our own.

Style
What’s your personal experience with Chinese medicine? What brings you to this medicine? What style of acupuncture do you enjoy, or has been effective for you, as a patient? Are herbs effective for you, or not?

Schools usually offer electives that expose students to a variety of Chinese medicines styles or techniques. Other schools offer specializations, such as in sports medicine, geriatrics, or gynecology. Five element acupuncture and Eight extraordinary channels studies usually lend themselves well to more psychologically focused work. Craniosacral, lymph massage, shiatsu, or other forms of bodywork are helpful for those who enjoy physical contact with patients. Shen-Hammer pulse system and Applied Channel Theory provide more detailed diagnostic tools. Most of these skills can be studied after school, for CEU’s. At NUNM, many professors offered workshops outside of school. My anatomy professor taught various bodywork classes outside of school. My foundations teacher taught sound healing in Chinese medicine. Being an ancient form of art and medicine, each professor and clinician has their own relationship with and approach to the medicine. Don’t be discouraged if a school doesn’t offer an elective you’re interested in. Take CEU’s after graduation, and make your business pay for it, through tax write-offs!

Half of our educational content includes western medicine, although it’s far less emphasized, with mostly take-home exams, and professors of fluctuating skill levels and often no understanding of Chinese medicine. Take these classes online, if possible. Nonetheless, Western medicine allows us to communicate with other healthcare professionals and patients in a shared language, and offers alternate perspectives to support or refute diagnostics or treatment principles. The more tools the better, though sometimes it can get messy.

There is always more to learn. With a plethora of options, don’t get bogged down in options, or water down your education. Pass your board exams. Enjoy the journey, too. Be well informed, yet focused. “Your best teachers are your patients,” said Dr Wang Ju-Yi.

Master’s vs “First Professional Doctorate” degree
Chinese medicine practitioner scopes of practice varies by location. In the USA, each state has its own rules. The National Certification Commission for Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine (NCCAOM) administers the national board exam, which includes four parts: Foundations of Oriental Medicine, Biomedicine, Acupuncture, and Chinese Herbology. The first three portions are required for most states, while the Herbs portion varies by state. Some states require both Herbs and Acupuncture certification to become a licensed acupuncturist (LAc), while other states only require Acupuncture certification to practice. A few states include other tests. California has its own State Boards, instead of the National Boards (this will change next year). New Mexico has an additional practical exam, to take after passing the National Boards. After passing both tests in New Mexico, Chinese medicine practitioners are given the title of “Doctor of Oriental Medicine” (DOM), and are primary care physicians (PCP). In California, acupuncturists are also PCP’s. In most states, we are just “Licensed Acupuncturists” (Lac), sans PCP rights/ privileges/ responsibilities

In first professional doctorate programs, students concurrently take the doctoral program with the Master’s program. Our field is rapidly changing, moving more towards a doctorate being required, instead of optional. Some older practitioners think that directly going for the first professional doctorate makes more sense, to save time and money. Others suggest finishing up the Master’s, starting a practice, and getting more experience and focus first, before embarking on the next stage of education. I started off doing a dual degree, found it to be too much work and in a program that was more academic than clinical (I am more interested in clinic than academics), so changed back to completing my Master’s, first.

Post doctorate (Ph.D) programs also exist in Chinese medicine, though students usually pursue this after a few years of practice. This course of study can be engaged in either the USA or abroad.

When Visiting Schools
  • Speak with as many different students as you can. Get diverse views on the school. A few important questions:
    • What are your favorite and least favorite classes and professors?
      • Sit in on both the “best” and “worst” classes, to know the best and worst of what this school offers. Talk with professors after class.
    • Who are the primary professors for core classes, such as foundations, points, diagnostics, herbs, and formulas?
      • Sit in on their classes!
    • What do you most like and dislike about the school, in general?
    • What are the strong and weak points of this school?
      • Notice what each individual has to say, and pay particular attention to patterns across differing individuals.
      • Ask the Dean this question, too.
    • Do professors and administration respond to student requests? How? How quickly? What's the procedure for voicing grievances, and conducting school-wide changes? Get solid examples of this. 
  • Be bold, and ask professors the above questions. Many professors teach at different schools, and can offer perspectives from the different schools that they currently teach at, have taught in the past, or their own journey as a student.
  • Do not just speak with administration. Admin is necessary for processing paperwork, money, and other logistics, but don’t affect or understand course content, and can sometimes be rude or disorganized. (I had bad experiences at most schools that I visited and attended). Don’t let a bad experience with an administrator ruin your feeling about a school. Ask to speak with the Dean of the Chinese medicine program and again, speak with professors, clinicians, and students.
  • Remember that each person you speak with has their own opinions, biases, and personal experiences. What resonates for another might not resonate for you. But if you piece together enough of others’ experiences, it helps create an outline for you to fill in the blanks with your own experiences, perspective, and judgment.
  • Notice who the other students are
    • How old are they? What socioeconomic class? Academic/ career goals? Background?
    • Do you feel comfortable with the general student population? Could you be happy with this group of people for 3-5 years?
  • Who are your professors? What’s the ratio of men to women professors? Are there Chinese professors? Do your professors speak or read Chinese? Do they cite the classics, and their clinical experience?
  • Sit in on classes with topics that you care most about.
  • Get a complimentary treatment in the clinic.
    • Ask students and clinical supervisors about clinical progression. Notice the cleanliness and professionalism of the clinic, and how supervisors interact with students.
    • Do students seem happy, confident, relaxed, professional, and knowledgeable?
  • Once you begin formally engaging with a school, keep well-organized records of everything, ideally digitally, especially payments and agreements. If they lose your paperwork (it's happened to me a few times), then you have it. 

The Curriculum
  • Make sure that topics that most interest you are emphasized in the program if possible, or at least included.
  • Remember that this is only the beginning of your education. No school can offer everything. Your schedule, including school, possible work, and a life outside of school to integrate and rest, will be packed.
    • I found more richness in my life outside of school than my life in school, such as educational opportunities, people that I want to study with, etc.
    • Even if you don’t resonate with your professors, you can find mentors, inspiration, and continuing education opportunities outside of school. Ask around in local clinics and in your communities, either in person or online.
  • You can take such classes as qigong and other electives outside of school or for CEU’s after graduation, usually for cheaper than in school.
    • At NUNM, a 1.5 unit qigong class and weekend-long qigong retreat are part of every quarter. This looks great on the curriculum, and sounds romantic and lovely, but adds up to around $1000 every three months. Most schools only require two qigong/ taiji classes. Then, there’s also personal connection: I don’t enjoy this particular qigong form, and don’t want to spend $1000 every three months on it.
Clinic
Who are your supervisors in clinic? How many years of clinical practice do they have? Do you resonate with their teaching style? How large are clinic groups? What’s clinical progression like? How soon do you enter clinic, upon matriculation at that school? What population does the clinic serve? Does it serve a diversity of people with differing conditions, ages, income levels, etc? What kind of patient population or conditions do you hope to work with in the future, and does your school clinic reflect that?
At AMU, students observe other students practicing. We usually have two teams of students working at once, with a presiding supervisor over the entire shift. First level students observe second or third year students needling. Our supervisor only enters to double check tongue, pulse, and other diagnostics, and help form a treatment plan. Then, treatment is conducted entirely on our own. Second level students needle together. Third level students can needle solo. Most schools have this system. My current opinions, based off of my first quarter in AMU’s clinic:
Pro’s of watching fellow students
- I am sometimes more comfortable asking my peers simple repetitive questions (“stupid” questions) than high-level practitioners
- We have to take initiative and develop prowess in our work, as no one holds our hand
Con’s of watching fellow students
- Lack of experience
- It can sometimes get chaotic or messy
At NUNM and SIEAM, students start by observing clinicians with 10+ years of experience. As they progress in clinic, they have a closer relationship with their supervisors. Watching someone practice who has years of experience is very different than watching fellow students: it looks like a graceful dance, rather than a technical act. I find it inspiring and beautiful, and sometimes daunting, in a “this is a lifetime of learning” way. It’s rare to find a school where you can observe seasoned clinicians. Opportunities exist outside of school to observe excellent practitioners though, either via serendipity, self-created opportunities, or established programs with seasoned practitioners (usually more expensive).

Self-study
School can only teach you so much. It is only the beginning. The rest is up to you.

Some Schools
California has a plethora of Chinese medicine schools, particularly in the Bay area and Los Angeles, due to the abundance of Asians, here. I now attend Alhambra Medical University (AMU) in Los Angeles, which is one of the cheapest schools in the country, as it’s run and attended predominantly by immigrants, who will not pay the exorbitant fees that westerners are more willing to pay. This is reflected in the education itself, which is just straightforward and practical: traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) with no esoteric decorative flowers, and certainly no exoticism. TCM tends towards biomedical allopathic perspectives, which is the direction that Chinese medicine education in China and Taiwan focus on, more and more. This can be reductionist yet well organized. A deeper investigation of the classics and other styles or traditions can be engaged in during or after school, or upon graduation.

Los Angeles

My school. A small, cheap, immigrant-run TCM school that teaches to the Boards, with classes in English or Chinese (you choose). A DAOM program was just added, for people who have graduated, already. I am glad to be here, and am happy to share my experiences, if you have questions.

Other small, cheap, immigrant-run TCM schools that teaches to the Boards:
Dongguk University (has English or Korean language classes)

Larger TCM schools here at a slightly higher cost, with more westerners than Asians:
Located in a strip mall in west Los Angeles

Qigong is a required class through the entire course of study. They call themselves as a “family style” school, but the founders of the school rarely teach.

Has a first professional doctorate program, and no Master’s program. A small cohort-based TCM program in a much larger chiropractic school on a large beautiful campus in Whittier.

Bay Area (CA)

Well organized. I got a good feeling visiting this school, but did not like the location in super urban San Francisco. Recently partnered with California Institute of Integral Studies (CIIS), which has a transpersonal psychology, somatic psychology, and other interesting programs. 

Small select staff and students. Warm environment. Seems like an excellent hands-on program. I was not a fan of Oakland (high crime, crowded).


Five Branches University (Santa Cruz, San Jose)
A gorgeous campus and location, right next to the ocean in progressive Santa Cruz with redwoods and fun community. Has English or Chinese classes.

Colorado

Boulder was one of my favorite places to live, at the base of the beautiful Rockies, and in a progressive community with many Universities in a small town, including Tibetan Buddhism Naropa University. SWAC has a campus in Boulder, CO and in Santa Fe, NM. It has an affordable education, with excellent professors in a standard TCM education, with options for specializations in other areas, such as Japanese acupuncture.
Institute of Taoist Education and Acupuncture (Louisville- a Five Elements school run by Worsley’s wife)
Colorado School of Traditional Chinese Medicine (Denver- seems like a standard TCM school)

Portland, Oregon
The cheapest option for studying Chinese medicine, but controversial, and only acupuncture, no herbs. No Master’s degree, just licensure. Some dogmatism around community acupuncture, but otherwise great principles. 

Seattle, Washington

New England
University of Bridgeport(Bridgeport, CT)

Classical Chinese medicine” schools (instead of “TCM”)
“TCM,” or “traditional Chinese medicine,” is a post Communist revolution modernized version of Chinese medicine, as synthesized by doctors under Mao Ze Dong. “Classical Chinese medicine” (CCM) refers to pre-Communist Chinese medicine.

I’ve heard great things about this school, and met some wonderful practitioners that graduated from here. It’s a rigorous education, with a lot of information folded into three years, a small cohort, the best professors, and reasonable tuition. If you’re willing to completely dedicate your life for three years to one of the best yet toughest schools, then come here. SIEAM doesn’t allow for transfers, and Seattle is cold and rainy, which is why I didn’t come here. The only school in the USA that teaches students to read and write modern and classical Chinese as part of its curriculum. You start observing in clinic immediately, then learn tuina to start practicing in clinic, before needling.

An emphasis on classical texts, with an idealistic yet thoughtful curriculum. Professors often ramble off in inspired yet disorganized ways, leaving students excited yet confused. The most expensive school in the country which is, in my opinion, not worth the cost. Clinic with experienced clinicians who each have their own style. A plethora of diverse Chinese medicine styles and techniques presented. Juicy, but can lead to lack of depth. Qigong and retreats every quarter which increases cost of education.

Founded by Jeffrey Yuen. More on that, another time.

Five Elements schools:
These schools are focused on “Five Element Acupuncture,” a style of acupuncture compiled by JR Worsley from a variety of approaches to Chinese medicine he learned in his East Asian travels. Students focus on this style of acupuncture, and are not exposed to much else. Pro’s with this kind of focus include graduating with an ability to perform one thing very well. Con’s include not knowing other modalities… but those can always be learned, later. Herbal medicine is not an inherent part of the Five Element approach, but a very basic herbal overview can be added onto the curriculum for an additional cost. Neither school is recognized by California or New Mexico (perhaps other states as well). Five Element style is not emphasized in the Board exams, so students have to prepare for the Boards on their own. Both schools offer a module-based program, which allows students to hold part-time jobs outside of school for the first two years of their education, before a full year of clinical residency in the final year.

Supplemental online education

Studying in Taiwan/ China

Another perspective on this topic from Andrew Nugent-Head, a professor and practitioner that I greatly respect and admire:

Related Blog Posts
NUNM year 1: a review (09/2016)

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Other Ideas

A quick idea- sketch of future potential additions to this article, as it’s not finished, and will likely never be, as the field continues changing rapidly, and I do, too.
  • school size
    • NUNM (big)/ SCUHS
      • + counselers, and other perks money can buy
      • + networking (ie events on campus)
      • - bureaucracy/ complicated chain of command. Difficult to elicit change, or be heard
      • - same professors
      • + workstudy opportunities
      • + students of other modalities (ie ND/ undergrad/ etc @ NUNM, chiro @SCUHS)
      • + opportunity for dual majors, or studying other things
      • - usually more expensive (at NUNM, our tuition paid for new buildings to grow school)
      • + more options, such as scholarships
    • small (AFEA, AMU)
      • AFEA= cohort 
      • + know everyone. May be easier to elicit change, or get needs met 
      • - if you don't get along, you're stuck with them 
      • - less opportunities or networking
      • + more homey 
  • physical accommodation considerations
    • elevators, if needed?
    • NUNM: qigong
    • SIAEM: tuina
  • setting
    • AMU= warehouse
      • trails nearby (10-15 min drive), strip malls too
      • no school garden, but another school is next door, with a garden
      • easy parking
    • NUNM= old elementary school
      • river nearby (20 min walk), parks, school garden
      • terrible parking
    • SCUHS= huge campus, park-like
    • location/ convenience
    • distance from school?
    • Public transit?
    • Even if school environment is not perfect/ beautiful, there are usually parks nearby. Look at a map! Ask around! Take initiative.
  • Dual degree/ not?
    • Allied modalities
  • clinic: how well stocked is herbal pharmacy
  • I love how AMU has so many fellow Asians, and both an English and Chinese track. Mostly western students and professors at NUNM and AFEA
    • breakdown different kinds of loan repayment

3.09.2018

Tumeric Chocolate



It's finals week. I have a sudden flurry of people asking me for this recipe. So, here you go. Tumeric is often touted as a wonderful anti-inflammatory agent, and is sold over the counter in pill form. However, the phyto-constituents are not bioavailable without fat and black pepper, which is why it's traditionally cooked in curries. I love chocolate. I love embedding powdered herbs into foods. I took a "food as medicine" type herb class with herbalist Bevin Clare two years ago at a conference. This recipe is adapted from Bevin and her daughter, Penny. I tend to process a pound of chocolate at a time, bringing 3 pieces with me for my long days at school, indulging extra whenever I want more energy beyond a Camellia sinensis kick, or am experiencing premenstrual cravings. That pound lasts for months stored in a Mason jar in the fridge, and feels nutritious and uplifting beyond store-bought chocolate. Enjoy.  

Tumeric Chocolate
(Recipe adapted from mother-daughter team herbalists Penny & Bevin Clare)

16 oz bittersweet dark chocolate
8 oz Coconut Oil
1 tsp Vanilla Extract
½ - 1 cup Turmeric
½ - 1 teaspoon black pepper (coarse ground)
1 cup walnuts (finely chopped)
salt (coarse ground Hawaiian Black Sea Salt, or Pink Himalayan Salt)
Optional: 2-3 tablespoons grated fresh ginger, other herbs/ spices

1. Melt Chocolate & Coconut oil together over low heat.
2. Stir in Vanilla, then add herbs (turmeric, black pepper, etc). Stir out any lumps.
3. Stir in nuts.
4. Pour into shallow baking dish. Place somewhere cold to harden (ie, fridge).
5. When it sets a little, sprinkle top lightly with salt (and any other optional toppings). Then, back into fridge. (If you place toppings on too early, then they sink to the bottom. If too late, then they don’t stay on. Try setting a small corner with your topping, before you commit to the full piece.)
6. Right before it fully sets, score chocolate with knife, to make it easier to break, later. Back into fridge.
7. Once it’s solid, break into pieces. Store in fridge, as it melts easily. Enjoy.

Other additions/ considerations
Nutritive: coconut flakes, Maca
Nervines: Rose, Tulsi, Damiana
Adaptogens: Ashwaganda
Warming: Cinnamon, Cayenne, Nutmeg

See my Botanica Aphrodisiaca and Botanica Erotica class handouts for other chocolate recipes and herbal considerations/ ideas. Have fun!  

(Photo from San Gabriel National Monument, my backyard. Chocolate not pictured in image, but it's a place where I enjoy enjoying chocolate, tea, and other happy healthy meals and snacks.) 

1.01.2018

ProjectME 2017






















It's been a busy and delicious year. Here's my yearly sharing of daily self portraits. There's much less this year, since I traveled for half of 2017. When I'm fully present or super busy, I sometimes make less photos. We'll see how this project evolves into the future.

2018 is my final full year of school. I plan to graduate in June 2019. Other big projects lie ahead, requiring a lot of time and creativity. But here, I enjoy the ritual of daily portraiture. Reviewing my year through my photos is satisfying, and humbling. I live a splendid life. I am grateful.

This is the twelfth year of this project. I will modify and reinvigorate the project, this year. Thanks for viewing, and for participating in my life! May this new year of 2018, Earth Dog year (Lunar New Year on Feb 16), bring you peace and great Beauty.

Love,
Jiling 林基玲

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2017 in review

Jan - Mar
Portland, OR (National University of Natural Medicine)

Apr - June
OR--> CA (via coast for Tierra's workshop, and courting the Pacific)
WA (Interplay training)
CO--> WI--> CO (for Midwest Women's Herbal Conference)

July - Aug
Yunnan province, China (leading with Where There Be Dragons)

Sept
Taiwan (solo skirted bike circumnavigation)

Oct - Dec
Los Angeles, CA (Alhambra Medical University)

12.20.2017

Happy Winter Solstice! 祝冬至平安快樂!

Hi, dear blog readers

I just sent the below update to my email list of mostly dear friends and family. Sometimes I post my big updates on my blog too, but not always. If you'd like to jump onto my email list, then please let me know! Otherwise, I wish you a simple and lovely Winter Solstice and New Year. Hello darkness, welcome light. 

With love and gratitude, 
Jiling 
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Happy Winter Solstice, my dear extended family! 
(情愛的,中文在底下,哦!)

Here's my end of the year update! 

How has 2017 been for you? Here in Los Angeles, I just finished my first quarter at my new Chinese medicine school, AMU (Alhambra Medical University), which is much more relaxed than my last school. This allows for abundant outdoor adventures and improved information integration, including camping most weeks, and hiking daily. I slept under the stars in the San Gabriel National Monument during both the Perseid and Geminid meteor shower (and big tests), cultivate herbs in our backyard, collect aromatic botanicals in our mountains, practice morning yoga in the sunshine, visit the ocean/ mountains/ desert regularly… and am learning, growing, and enjoying a lot in a relaxed way. 

Outside of school, I'm completing a monthly 300-hour yoga teacher training in northern California, to become a 500-hour registered yoga teacher. Like my Interplay leader training last year, it's a creative life-affirming somatic process that complements my current academic studies. 

While in school, I'm seeking a more stable part time job that matches my school schedule, which changes every three months. I might start selling Jiling Botanicals products online again, teaching community classes, or find other ways to employ my western herbal and other passions and skills: healthcare, outdoor education, yoga, art, and adventure. I am still making friends here, while seeking Chinese medicine practitioners to shadow outside of school and a committed contact-improv dance partner to experiment with, and find/ create a contemplative movement practice community, ideally interweaving with Interplay, outdoor yoga, herbal medicine, and ritual. I'd love to hear your work/ friend connections/ suggestions! 

My favorite parts of this year were traveling between WA, OR, and CA, then adventuring in China/ Taiwan. In 2018, I have two precious weeks of break between academic quarters in March, June, September, and December, when I will likely study for exams, hunt for Home, and travel for work, play, and volunteer herbal/ conventional first-aid for festivals/ events. In June, I teach in Wisconsin at the Midwest Women's Herbal Conference for the third year, and go backpacking in the Sierra Nevadas. Other travels are yet to be determined. Hopefully we'll cross paths, this coming year! I'm mostly in Los Angeles studying and hiking, so come visit for tea or a hike. 

This coming year, I'm actively seeking a long-term Home to start a small homestead, clinic, and school upon impending graduation, in June 2019. I will investigate spaces/ opportunities around southern California mountain, coastal, or desert progressive communities, and around Silver City or Santa Fe in New Mexico. Other possibilities include Northern CA, Arizona, and Colorado. I will continue living in the western USA, although I plan to regularly visit New England and Asia via teaching workshops. 

Besides starting my own practice, other post-grad possibilities include joining an academic residency, setting sail as a cruise ship acupuncturist, joining an existing practice (much easier than starting on my own), partnering with another healthcare practitioner or retreat center… or, who knows! With my current nesting tendencies and fattening library and apothecary, I plan to create long-term Beauty in grounded community-oriented ways, by building a sweet home-base. I'd love to hear your Home/ post-grad ideas/ suggestions/ connections for a licensed acupuncturist, western herbalist, artist, and outdoor enthusiast who loves/ needs flowing water, a warm dry climate, and like-minded community! 

For energy conversation, I deactivated Facebook. I regularly share photos on Instagram, will blog about Chinese medicine/ western herbalism/ my adventures at least once every three months, just re-opened my Jiling Botanicals FB page, and will begin crafting a more formal business plan/ name/ website for everything-Jiling-now-plus-Chinese-medicine. Email or phone is the easiest way to reach me, although I can chat with you online via FB messenger, Google chat, or Wechat, or have an actual phone chat as I drive my daily 30 miles home from school. 

I hope that the end of 2017 finds you in a peaceful joyous space, surrounded by Beauty. I'd love to hear about some of the highlights of your year, and what you look forward to, or plan to create, in 2018, and how I too may support your path. Thanks for being part of my life journey!

In celebration, health, and thrival,
Jiling 

情愛的家人朋友們,祝你冬至快樂!基玲第一個學期在洛杉磯中醫學院,仁愛醫藥大學,剛完成。一切都順利。我很喜歡我的新學校,因爲比老學校輕鬆!華人也比較多,比較舒服。洛杉磯天氣好,陽光普照。我天天爬山,每個禮拜都露營,又開心,又平靜。我應該6月2019年畢業。新年,2018年,我要開始找地方定下來,買一塊地,蓋個小屋子,和開個小中醫和西方草藥診所與自然療法學校。我會看看加州和新墨西哥的山和海區。一定要住在河流附近。也許也會看看亞利桑那和科羅拉多州。今年夏天在大陸和臺灣工作與旅游,好開心哦!不知我什麽時候會回來,但希望2018年會再有機會回來拜訪你們!祝你新年快樂,事事如意,身心靈健康快樂!
敬上
基玲

12.13.2017

Fire Therapeutics


There have recently been terrible raging wildfires here in southern California. Here's three helpful articles  regarding herbal care for smoke-related physical damage:
- from Kiva Rose
- from Dr Bridget Somine, ND
- Part 2 from Dr Bridget Somine, ND

9.11.2017

Biking Around Taiwan

So, this is it. Freedom is sitting in the shade on a hot day, river flowing by with its invitations, cool breezes blowing by with their sweet kisses. Freedom is biking down a winding dirt road with betel nut palms on one side, pineapple fields on the other, map loosely in mind, mountains up ahead, and perfect weather of blue sky, billowing clouds, no rain, and luscious breezes. The chirping cicadas know, as do the frogs and salamanders who, as their mating season is short and time is of the essence, make the most of it. Freedom is biking south without knowing where I'll sleep or what I'll eat, but having all I need on my bike, and inside of me. I can handle it. Like walking into the wilderness for a week to sleep in my hammock and mosquito net, water filter pumping cleaned river water into my mouth, fresh berries licked off my fingers, wild mint crushed into my meal. It's getting sick or having others around me get sick, and knowing what to do. It's speaking another language using just three words, and my entire body. It's landing in a new place and knowing how to figure things out, from experience. It's that sense of confidence that every scar directly witnessed, grew from, and speak of: the tales behind the wrinkles surrounding my eyes, my darkening sun-swept skin, the callouses on my feet and hands, how I favor my right leg but stick my left hip out, and how I'm always massaging my right wrist, elbow, and shoulder. This freedom came from experience, with all its soaring cliffs and steep drop offs of trial and error, love and pain, joy and suffering. Freedom is dedication, too: practicing yoga every morning for such subtle yet noticeable growth that accumulates over the years like scar tissue, adipose tissue, muscle tissue--- the striated layers like the sandy loam along the shores of the Yellow River, toned and primed, worn and patterned after year after year of monsoons, flooding, dry season, wet season--- farmers following and living by these patterns, and praying to the ineffable Divine, the Great Mystery, therein. 

So, this is it. Lying on some rock in some river, body naked, wet, and hot, having biked, hiked, swam, ate, shat, and slept, watching the clouds roll over to cover the sun, birds flying home as a typhoon rolls in, knowing I stay here for tonight, and continue riding south tomorrow. My heart sings with the cicadas as I waft my gratitude and prayers downstream, my eyes gazing upwards then inwards, breath and heartbeat entraining to the roar of the surrounding waterfalls, with all their minute drip drop high low subtle yet complex harmonizing symphony of liquid reverberations. 

(Excerpt from day 7 journal entry)
~

I biked (and train-ed) around Taiwan in 19 days. My goals were to have fun engaging my external environment, find inner peace within, and investigate dharma, or my relationship with both, in a fresh way. I feel empowered from this trip, powered by a rhythmic simple engagement of pedaling, stepping downwards over and over again, one step at a time, from the east coast southwards, then north up the west coast. This was the least planning I've ever done for a trip, yet the most assistance I've ever received. My uncle helped prepare my bike, and provided input for much of my route, including suggestions for where to visit and sleep each night. 

After leading with Where There Be Dragons in China all summer then embarking on this bike voyage, I feel even more comfortable with engaging the unknown with curiosity, and confident about my existing skills. I spent less than $100 USD on my trip, my greatest expenses being food and the train, which I caught from Su'ao to Xin'cheng, Tai'dong to Gao'xiong, then Tai'zhong to Tai'bei. I slept in a different place each night, with only one night in a hostel. I spent most other evenings sweating under my mosquito net somewhere gorgeous, or comfy with a fan and bed while visiting relatives in three large cities: Hualian, Gaoxiong, and Taizhong. Here, I went out for longer day trips, establishing deeper relationships than when simply biking through without stopping. 

I fell deeper in love with Taiwan's tropical lushness, diverse landscape, friendly helpful people, delicious and affordable food, and abundance of modern day conveniences, wild places of protected beauty, and traditional cultural connection. I loosely followed bike route 1, the primary bike route that circumnavigates Taiwan, with well marked lanes and bike rest stops every few miles. 

The east coast is Taiwan's most wild beautiful area, with ocean, mountain, forest, and diverse indigenous influences. I especially loved hiking and swimming in Taroko's marbelline turquoise-watered gorgeous gorges, and swimming and exploring amongst the ocean rocks just south of Hualien. The west coast, being colonized first, is more industrialized and urbanized, but replete with traditional cultural treasures, such as ancient temples and old fortresses. 

Taiwan is best circumnavigated in October, not the hottest part of summer, as I did. This was the most uncomfortable I've ever been. I rested from 11 AM to 2 PM each day, to avoid the hottest parts of the day. But, biking along the coast for most of my route, I was still exposed to loads of direct sunlight, inducing endless sticky sweat, and a heat rash. 

I wrote the previous day's synopsis during each afternoon's rest period. This memoir is for myself, but also to share with friends and family, and especially for those who dream of embarking on similar adventures. If you can't do it on bike, then try motorbike, train, or car. Regardless of what journey you're currently on or contemplating, I wish you 一路順風, or swift (powerful yet gentle) winds that guide you on your path, to unexpected blessings unfolding with each fresh sunrise, and peaceful sweetness with each restful sunset. 

Love and gratitude, 
Jiling 
~

Day 1- Taipei 台北 to Fulong 福隆
From Taipei's Wanhua 萬華 station, I take the train to Fulong. I bike down the coast from there, stopping at a quiet pavilion behind Fuling Elementary School 福林國小 to set up my mosquito net and rest for the night. Many fishing ports and temples of all sizes line my route. I follow bike route 1, which circumnavigates the entire island. I spend my evening chatting with a schoolteacher who lives on campus (typical for rural schools), who attended UCLA this summer for an internship, and is passionate about social justice in education. There's a little lagoon behind the school, a circle of stones that encloses a lovely nook, with ocean water flowing in and out. I float around at dusk, gently buoyed by the waves, brushing against stone and seagrass, watching the sky change from red, to purple, to black, with stars emerging one by one. 

Day 2- Fulong 福隆 to Toucheng 頭城
I wake at 2:30 AM to three massive cockroaches scurrying in my sleeping bag, suffocatingly humid tropical heat, the red crescent moon rising over the ocean, and the roar of cargo trucks rocketing down Hwy 2, my route for the day. I bike mostly during the morning and afternoon, stopping frequently to visit temples and the ocean. The large rock formations are exquisite, borne of tectonic action. During the hottest part of the day, I hide in the shade of banyan trees and large stones overlooking the ocean, reading Chinese medicine material, planning my route, eating, and napping. I swim at Wai'ao 外澳 beach, where I am one of the few women sporting a bikini. Most other women swim fully clothed, although there's a growing contingency of thin brown bikini-clad young surfers (albeit mostly male and sans bikini), who are in the next section of the beach. I spend the night at a tiny 300 NT hostel in Toucheng, where I am relieved to have AC, a bed, no cockroaches, shower, and the place to myself. I'm delighted to find vegetarian food here, and proceed to impress the chef by eating four servings of food.

Day 3- Toucheng 頭城 to Taroko 太魯閣
I learn about the importance of attention to detail, today. I wake at dawn, scarfing last night's dumplings as I pack, then setting off just as the sun starts hitting the rooftops. It gets more industrial until I leave Bike Route 1, and change to the coastal path, the slower, scenic route. I get to the wrong train station at the right time. Everyone says, "Don't bike the Su'hua Road (蘇花公路). Take the train." This avoids the treacherous windy mountain roads with steep uphill grades and downhill drops, no shoulder, big trucks, ample rockfall, and huge cliffs to fall off. All Taiwanese trains carry bikes in bike bags, but only some trains carry unpackaged bikes, like my own. The ticket price is half the cost of an adult. My train from Su'ao Xin Station 蘇澳新站 to Hualien Xincheng 花蓮新城 left at 10, but I went to the Su'ao station instead, not noting the extra "xin" in the station name, missing my train by minutes. I had to wait for the next train at 3 pm, five hours later. 

I arrive in Xincheng in time to stock up on mantou (steamed buns), nuts, and dates, then bike up to Taroko National Park during sunset along Route 8, which fits the same dangerous description as the Su'Hua road. What a terrifying and sexy road. The road follows the river the whole way up, with towering cliffs and soaring skies. I sing through all the tunnels, sweat pouring down like a waterfall, panting, tired. 

I camp at Lushui campground on a picnic table (to avoid cockroaches), a free campground with flat ground, and lights all night long that still can't cover the brightness of the stars and magical Milky Way above, roaring Liwu River below, and ecstatically chirping cicadas all around. 

Day 4- Taroko 太魯閣 to Xincheng 新城 
Constant hunger, creaky knees, and a painful rash where my undies rub against my thighs have become a thing. I rest today, scarfing mantou and tofu, biking downhill commando in my sheer pink skirt back to Bike Route 1, stopping frequently to explore, hiking all the longest trails in Taroko that don't require a permit, finally settling into a sweet nook amongst rivers and rocks above the Shakadang trail, past where the trail ends but the river continues, where I plunge my sweaty sore body into the brilliant turquoise waters, swimming upstream for a waterfall massage, then getting pushed downstream again, lying on my back, watching the pure blue sky and elegant stones that soar upwards to infinite.

Some police stations, temples, and schools offer free/ cheap places for bikers to sleep. You just go in and ask. I spend the night at an old hostel that's part of a church. I fill the empty space of eerie white walls, echoes, and rows of empty beds with conversations with my aunt, uncle, and brother. People usually bike in in groups instead of solo, and certainly not as a skirted young woman. (I wonder who else has circumnavigated Taiwan by bike, wearing a floral skirt and sports bra?) I enjoy the freedom of solo travel, but it can also get lonely. I'm grateful for regular contact with my inspiring and humorous brother who has long distance biking experience, and for my supportive family, particularly my aunt and uncle, who lent me their bike, fixed it up for the trip, helps me craft routes and evening plans, and are always available via cellphone. 

Day 5- Xincheng 新城  to Guangfu 光復
I'm getting used to waking around 4 and leaving by 5, to beat the heat. I visit 七星潭 (Seven Star Beach), which has beautifully polished stones and pebbles of round perfect shapes, and ride along the coast on 193 before getting on 11 丙 to connect back to 9, which Bike Route 1 is currently on. I don't dally much today, reluctantly sticking to the main road, as the sky quickly darkens with rumbly grumbles, and sporadic bursts of thickening rain portend of the coming typhoon. Because I'm on big roads for much of today, I ride terribly close to scary huge trucks spewing black fumes. As I ride south past the Hualien metro area, there's more farmland, with banana trees, coconut, palm, papaya, betel nut, pomelo, and a host of other tropical fruit trees, and rice fields whose wateriness reflects beautifully the mountains of central Taiwan to my east, and the ocean mountains to my west. 

I'm carrying a little free map that I picked up at a tourist station at the airport, which gives me a general picture of Taiwan, and major routes and landmarks. Tourist stations in different areas give more detailed maps of each fresh area I enter. For the first time in my life, I have a smartphone with a phone card. I use Google Maps when I need more detailed directions. But street signs are usually very well marked here, with directions for where to stop for water, food, restrooms, beautiful scenery, etc. When in doubt, I just keep riding south, with the ocean to my left and the mountains to my right, and the sun where it ought to be at that time of day, as gaged by the shadow my bike casts upon the Earth. 

I land at my uncle's house right before the storm hits, and will stay here resting and eating a lot, until the typhoon passes. They live right across from the Hualian Sugar Factory, where tourists come to eat the best sweet ice in Taiwan, and stay in old Japanese-style houses that used to house the factory workers. The area is surrounded by mountains, with Ami tribes people on one side of town, and Han people on the other side. 

Day 6, 7- Guangfu 光復 (Hualian 花蓮)
Here, I ride a motorcycle for the first time in my life, and rocket around the mountains, in love with this new mode of transport. We drive down to Ruisui 瑞穗 and Yuli 玉里, which I would have biked through had I continued on bike route 1 (on road 9), then visit Jade Mountain National Park 玉山國家公園, entering the 中央山脈 central mountain range, with dramatic clouds weaving through stern rock faces, Iike in ancient Chinese paintings, and tropical birds swooping through the canopy. 

Day 8- Guangfu 光復 to Danman 膽曼
The air hangs thick, sweet, and heavy as I bike through the clouds up and over the 海岸山脈 coastal mountain range via road 11甲, pushing uphill on my lowest gears to the top of the mountain 8 km up, then coasting downhill the rest of the way, fat and happy, singing love songs to the mountains and ocean, to reconnect with route 11, and the magnificent grandmother Pacific Ocean. There's usually a bike lane, and occasionally lovely protected lanes, separated from the rushing traffic by a parallel row of shrubs. I enjoy ample rests stops and scenic vistas as I bike across the Tropic of Cancer, and notice even more coconut trees and tropical fruits with the warming temperatures. I land at a friend of a friend's house: a coconut farm converted to a grumpy yet kind-ish retired business woman's solo palace, in time to watch the sun set over the Pacific from the cozy nook of an oceanic turquoise lagoon, once again nestled in salty water ringed by deliciously sharp stones, regaled by the crashing symphony of high tide rushing up to passionately kiss the shore, over and over again. 

Day 9- Danman 膽曼 to Dulan 都蘭
I spend all morning in the lagoon clambering amongst the rocks, dancing contact improv with the ocean and stones, finding rhythm and stillness between moving and being moved, surrender and control. I don't start biking until 3 PM today, so stop less frequently, to get enough miles in. There's a bike lane the whole way, but this part of road 11 goes above the ocean, sometimes with less of an ocean view, and more detested traffic. 

I ride up and down hills, breathing deeply on the ascents, and loving the descents. There's more coconut trees, rice paddies, and animals: water buffalo, cows, frogs, and monkeys. This precious island houses miniature animals unique to only here. I land just after dark at the Dulan Police Station, which has a free camping area right next to it, with cockroach-free platforms, warm showers, clean drinking water, and a joyously celebrating large family that takes up the other two tent platforms. I am serenaded tonight by cars, neighbors, frogs, crickets, cicadas, the ocean, and then by 1 and 5 AM, epic rain. 

Day 10- Dulan 都蘭 to Gaoxiong 高雄
I bike along the ocean to Xiaoyeliu 小野柳 park, getting increasingly irked by the proximity of cars. Xiaoyelu has many unique rock formations, with cute oval holes in the large grey stone formations bordering the ocean that looks like rice grain porcelain, and vibrant striations in red and gold stones like a miniature oceanic Grand Canyon. These remind me of handmade Taiwanese teaware, which tends the be "cuter" than Chinese teaware, sometimes with handprints intentionally left in the clay, like the holes in the stones, or pores on ancient faces. I wander around in the rock maze, find a nook between the striped red and holey grey stones where the crashing ocean light splashes me, and serenade the sky and waters with my flute, before continuing south to catch the train from Taidong 台東 to Gaoxiong 高雄, to avoid the bad weekend traffic, a second typhoon, and a stretch of steep mountains that crosses between the western ocean and central mountain ranges. I spend the next few days at a family friend's home. 

Day 11, 12- Gaoxiong 高雄
I hike up Shou mountain 壽山 with monkeys and banyans galore, drink homegrown tea, admire lovingly handmade ceramics, and discuss Buddhism and Daoism with old friends one day, then travel down to Kenting National Park 墾丁國家公園 at the bottom of Taiwan, the next. At Kenting, I pray at all three terraces of the oldest Earth God (土地公)temple in the country, my heart full, feeling the ancient action of placing my palms together in reverent  prayer, incense floating upwards to implore and appease the invisible yet highly present gods of so many names, yet none. I watch monkies swinging through the canopy from the highest tower in the park, wonder at banyans climbing straight up stalactite and stalagmite lined caves, and swim in the churning warm waters at the southernmost tip of the country, where the river meets the ocean, the waves swirl ferocious yet gentle, and the sharp rocks hide miraculous reefs below the waters. I feel excited yet sad to tomorrow leave the gorgeous eastern shoreline and start heading north, and deeply grateful for everything. 

Day 13- Gaoxiong 高雄 to Zhugang 竹港 (Tainan 台南)
North of Gaoxiong, there are fewer monkeys and coconut trees. Tainan is the oldest city in Taiwan, with all its cultural gems. Having left the Pacific Ocean on the east coast, I now head north up the west coast along the Taiwan strait, which faces China. I visit a more modern Buddhist temple, Foguangshan 佛光山, which has schools and projects all over the world, and a big golden Buddha statue sitting atop a hill, surrounded by stupas and smaller golden Buddha statues. I particularly love the oldest Confucius temple in the country, which was built during the Qing dynasty, then modified during Japan's rulership. Unlike the awe-inspiring splendor of Foguangshan and Buddhist or Daoist temples, Confucian temples are very simple, with a wooden name plaque to represent Confucius or other respected officials, instead of an ornate statue surrounded by all kinds of other gods. Many old brick and wood temples grace this side of the country, along with martial ramparts and walls, with noticeable Japanese influences. 

I spend the night in a rural village, in the corner room of a traditional three-room house, with three walls facing a courtyard. Most of the houses in this village are like this, with small gardens between houses surrounded by larger fields, two temples, and one Chinese medicine doctor. Mostly older people live in these farming villages. Young people move to larger cities for work and modern conveniences. I watch the golden sunset from the larger temple reflected on the waterways and fields, then walk around after dinner, weaving through the network of small brick pathways between houses. In the evening, people walk, bike, and motorbike to visit each other, sitting in their courtyards chatting quietly, drinking tea, and eating fruit as the sky changes from red to black, sparrows soar and dip over the fields, birds fly home, bats swoop out, and frogs, crickets, and cicadas sing of the end of summer, and harvest season. I am filled with peace, and a strong sense of place. 

Day 14- Zhugang 竹港 to Youche 油車
Bike route 1 continues by following road 17, paralleling the Southwest Coast National Scenic Area, with an abundance of fisheries and protected wetland areas. Miles of still waters reflect the rising sun, with shimmering gold and red specks dashing across the water's surface, highlighting long legged birds fishing for prey, and occasionally a fish leaping out of its comfort zone to grace the morning sky for a quick held breath, before flopping back into its watery home. 

After Dongshi 東石, the Scenic Area tapers off into factories again, with increased cars and air pollution. I start following Google maps' walking route, to bike straight to Taizhong. This takes me off the big main car-filled road, and onto small windy roads that go straight through fields of corn, peanuts, sweet potatoes, squash, pumpkin, rice, and other vegetables. There's more monocropping on this side of the island, as well as chemical use. As I continue north, I see more roadside trash, chemical factories, other factories, animal abuse (pigs, chickens, and ducks squashed in tight smelly jails), and strip clubs such as "好妹妹" or "Good Little Sister." The sweetness of my morning pastoral biking contrasts sharply with the disgustingness of my afternoon. This section of Taiwan reminds me of the middle of the USA: lots of uniform farm fields and factories on a mostly flat plane. I bike faster. 

I spend my evening at some stinky factory town whose name translates as, "Gas Car." After watching the big red sun setting from behind a fence under a large sad pig jail while eating my dinner of overcooked yet expensive noodles, I sleep for free on a gym mat in the hot exercise room of a generous little school right off highway 19, where the six gym fans' loud whirring drowns out the roar of the passing cargo trucks, and golden dragon and tiger masks, big flags, spears, and fighting sticks guard my dreams. 

Day 15- Youche 油車 to Taizhong 台中
Today feels like the most challenging day of this trip, as old injuries swell up in renewed pain, and I navigate around more and more cars while biking into the epicenter of the second largest metropolis in Taiwan. Road 19 is pretty flat, though drivers must slow down for all the unpredictable people, cars, animals, motorcycles, and bikes sharing small lanes amidst shops, temples, and homes in the rising cityscape. I wear my bandanna around my face for the first time this trip, to protect my lungs from the noxious car exhaust fumes, and duck into side streets or 7-11s to simply breathe. 

I land at my distant aunt's home, next to a river. She's a traditional culture enthusiast, like me. We visit a moxa factory and try all of their products, hike up Bagua Mountain 八卦山 to watch the sunset and admire Phoenix tree flowers, and eat dinner at an adorable traditional Taiwanese diner, with large bowls of a main carb dish for each person, and various small bowls filled with local seasonal foods prepared with simple yet elegant flavors in small square wooden dishes that fit perfectly onto a bamboo tray. 

Day 16, 17, 18- Taizhong 台中
I visit Lugang 鹿港 to see traditional Chinese architecture in an old village that reflects what Taiwan was like during my grandparents' time. Modern rectangular tile buildings stand alongside Banyan and other trees cracking through the brick, concrete, and wooden skeletons of old buildings, with dragons and other sacred beasts marching across curved temple rooftops housing old temples with fading paint and ancient wood darkened over hundreds of years of thousands of prayers via incense and chanting, palms pressed together, eyelids lowered, lips humming. I hold my breath to tuck in my tummy while squeezing through small openings between walls and alleys, to the still backdrop of chanting, birdsong, cars, and wind, greeting familiar plants rising from the cracked pavement, the natural world composting the old village, alongside construction projects doing the same. 

We head up into the mountains for the weekend, where my aunt's spiritual teacher, or Fashi 法師, lives. She takes active interest in my being a young bicultural traveling Chinese medicine student and western herbalist, asking many questions that make me simultaneously pleased and shy. I witness sangha in action: a small, dedicated group of Buddhists regularly studying together, with a teacher. We sip rose tea until midnight, while discussing the modern psycho-spiritual applications of an ancient text. I lie on my back and belly holding relaxing asanas while listening, feeling curious, content, and grateful. 

We hike up Baxianshan National Forest Recreation Area 八仙山國家森林遊樂區. It's along Hwy 8 in the middle of the country, which I would have reached from Taroko had the road been open. Instead of switchbacks, Taiwanese mountain trails usually have stairs that just go straight up the mountain. I gingerly hike up, noticing stabbing pains in my right ankle, and the balls of my feet, to greet the surrounded clouds tantalizingly covering and uncovering jagged peaks. 

I visit decadent hot springs both nights in Guguan 谷關, a sweet hot springs village atop a huge gorge with a teeming river, below. I visit Yidou 伊豆 hot springs the first night. 350 NT gives me access to either a woman's-only nude pool, or a group pool with different temperature pools, a waterfall, steam room, and various water-massage jets. I alternate between all the options, angling my body at water jets for a deep tissue massage, breathing deeply whilst practicing qigong in the steam room, soaking in the hot tubs like a fat happy tired Buddha, and then napping naked on a sofa in the ladies' area. We visit a more expensive hot springs hotel the next night. The room has a bed on one side, and the hot springs area partitioned off behind a curtain on the other. Being an island borne of geological action, Taiwan is abundant with diverse hot springs. I drive us down the mountain that night, carefully navigating slippery dark windy mountain roads while discussing depression and motivation with Fashi from a Zen Buddhist perspective: 

苦集道滅: 面對它, 接受它, 處理它, 放下它
Face it, accept it, process it, release it

Day 19- Taizhong 台中 to Taibei 台北
My final rides for this circumnavigatory exploration of Taiwan are simply to and from the train station. I catch the train from Taizhong to Taibei, watching the landscape roll by from the comfort of my train seat while hugging my bike, this borrowed friend that's been my companion, transportation, home, luggage carrier, and everything on this trip. I contemplate all the adventures we've shared, and how lucky I am that we navigated around three typhoons, and experienced no flat tires or other logistical difficulties, beyond aches and pains in my own body. 

My favorite days are the quiet days when there are few cars, and a nice cloud cover to keep me shady. When hot and uncomfortable, I focus on speed, and getting to my destination. When cooler, I can better enjoy the journey, like that day I rode from the Central mountain range through the Coastal mountain range to return to the ocean. With such spaciousness, I verbally converse with the landscape and myself, connecting deeply with both.  

I encounter another biker, a young androgynous Taiwanese beauty, as I enter Taibei. She started her circumnavigatory trip then turned around to change bikes, as her rented bike's tires gave out just a few cities away. I briefly share my own adventure, then shout the standard enthusiastic, "Jiayou!" words of encouragement as we bike off in different directions, I completing this circumnavigatory adventure and biking off to my next adventure, and her adventure just beginning. 

After nineteen days around the island, it's surreal being back. I'm different, but everything here is pretty much the same. Taibei has cooled down a little, with some completed construction projects, and some fresh construction underway. My family doesn't seem to notice that I just experienced this epic adventure of a lifetime, beyond constantly critiquing my charcoal-chocolate sun-kissed skin color. I move slowly, resting and celebrating, dancing on my favorite wooden platform by a lily pond during sunset, and walking around barefoot, relishing the feeling of my mobile ankles, knees, and entire body simply walking again. 

What just happened? 
Who was I before; who am I now? 
What's next? 

The full moon rises over the mountains, over the pavilion where my parents had their first date, and over the Pacific. It shines through the walls of the skyscrapers and farm huts, through the eyelids of the sleeping, and through the lenses of those watching, and not. I look up from this rock overlooking my favorite river, one of many rivers, one of many moonrises, feeling and watching all of them, my breath rising and sinking my ribs, chest, and belly, heart thumping love songs to the earthquakes and volcanoes that gave birth to this landscape. Bangdong green tea infuses its medicine into my handmade Kunming gaiwan, as Yunnan temple incense unfurls Chinese medicinal aromatic songs into the sky, unraveling the tightly wound patterns and memories of untold scars and celebrations, sunrises and sunsets. Coyote trots by and Guanyin Bodhisattva winks, as Owl releases a feather, like a transient drop of tea, black calligraphic paint stroke, or autumn leaf, onto the passing wind. It lands in my hand.