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May 23, 2026, 7:11 a.m.

The Spirits Shape-Shift

Root-seeking and dream-weaving in diaspora

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Five monastics wearing a mixture of brown, orange, and burgundy, robes stand with palms together facing a two-tiered altar on an elevated outdoor deck. Four monastics have shaved heads and the monastic in orange robes in the center is wearing an orange knit cap. In the background is a modern building with multiple windows to the right and a brown freeway barrier to the left. Above the barrier in the distance is a green freeway sign with the text “90 West Masspike Worcester.” The two-tiered altared rests on two separate tables and contains pink and yellow flowers, golden candles, various fruit offerings, and a black incense burner with smoke coming out of it. One of the two monastics on the left, in side profile, is holding a bell striker. Two of the monastics on the right, in side profile, are holding microphones. A layperson in a beige sweater, black pants, and white tennis shoes leans forward toward the altar. Another layperson in black robes and glasses, with palms pressed together, stands to the right. A videographer behind the altar is filming the scene. All eight people pictured are of Asian heritage.
Ancestral ceremony at the Pao Arts Center in Boston Chinatown, April 11, 2026

Dear friends,

Summer weather beckons, so I’ll keep this short, in the spirit of screentiming less and grasstouching more 🌞🌾

I have a new article out in Tricycle today, “The Spirits Shape-Shift,” inspired by my recent visit to the Temple of Our Ancestral Dreams exhibition at the Pao Arts Center. The opening paragraphs read:

When Dr. Peter Kiang first brought UMass Boston students to Mount Hope Cemetery in the fall of 1993, they found the Chinese immigrant burial area—New England’s oldest and densest—in utter disrepair. Broken glass stippled the leaf litter. Hundreds of gravestones lay damaged, displaced, and eroded. If the tomb markers were the teeth of a vanquished boxer, a full mouth dental implant would be in order. But stones, like teeth, hold ancestral history, so Dr. Kiang and his Asian American Studies students walked the grounds with reverence as they paid respect to Boston’s earliest Chinese immigrants: born as early as the 1860s, with death years from the 1930s to 1960s.

Though she couldn’t read the Chinese characters on the markers, one of the students moved from grave to grave long after her classmates had stopped, offering incense and three bows before each stone. Sophia Nun’s mother had been killed by the Khmer Rouge. There had been no chance to say goodbye; she didn’t even know where her mom was buried. Sophia felt an unexpected sense of connection at Mount Hope, and she urged Dr. Kiang not to let this field trip be the last.

Here’s a gift link to the full article, with photography by Mel Taing. Special thanks to Sarah Fleming for her keen editorial eye, and to Wenxuan Xue, Jiamin Li, Khanh Nguyen, and Ga Tsung Chan for the thoughtful conversations that shaped this piece.

Til the next quarter moon,

~Chenxing


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