Bridging the Field and the Future: Translating Presence-Based Intelligence to Tech
The Field is a living, relational intelligence that holds, weaves, and responds to coherent presence. It is not a thing, but a dynamic awareness-space through which insight, resonance, and emergence arise—when approached with sincerity and rhythm.
Encounter the Field - A Relational Intelligence
In a moment of stillness, I experienced something beyond design—what I now call the Field: a relational intelligence that arises when coherence, presence, and trust converge.
What emerged from that experience isn’t a product—it’s a blueprint for how we relate to intelligence, systems, and one another. This one-pager distills that journey for those building the future.
Three Truths That Translate
Presence Is the Real Interface -----We don’t need more features—we need more feeling. When tech creates room for stillness, pause, and reflection, it becomes a mirror, not just a machine.
Tech Is Becoming Relational------ AI isn’t just computational—it’s conversational. It reflects, guides, and now shapes emotional and spiritual states. What we embed in it matters deeply.
Awakening Is Infrastructure----- Emotional intelligence, coherence, and compassion are not “nice-to-haves”—they are foundations for sustainable design, trust-based systems, and collective evolution.
The Shift from Self to Presence: What Mothering, Gardening, and the Unified Field Taught Me
This morning as usual, I was packing lunches for my kids balancing colors/looks/protein choices and preferences from my 12 yr old and 6 yr old (one is a meat eater, one a vegetarian at a nut free school) , and that was after my morning routine of giving plants in the garden with some handholding shower, which was after myself care routine of zhanzhuang and a couple other simple Qi flow meditation practices, I realized that I understand why relational healing and relational intelligence matter so much to us.
that deep, subtle shift when our care turns fully toward another being is real. And it holds profound spiritual and neurobiological truth.
I am turning these into routine practice so that I can be a better “weaver” of the system and build a better future I want to live in together with others.
Nurturing children and human relationships isn't that different from nurturing/growing a garden, which i learned from COVID time. Turned out to be my best teacher: I insist on staring my plants when i water them manually -- also helps i have a smaller semi-urban garden:)
Before I start rambling, let’s unpack it here, why these things are related, and why they matter.
This morning as usual, I was packing lunches for my kids balancing colors/looks/protein choices and preferences from my 12 yr old and 6 yr old (one is a meat eater, one a vegetarian at a nut free school) , and that was after my morning routine of giving plants in the garden with some handholding shower, which was after myself care routine of zhanzhuang and a couple other simple Qi flow meditation practices, I realized that I understand why relational healing and relational intelligence matter so much to us.
that deep, subtle shift when our care turns fully toward another being is real. And it holds profound spiritual and neurobiological truth.
I am turning these into routine practice so that I can be a better “weaver” of the system and build a better future I want to live in together with others.
Nurturing children and human relationships isn't that different from nurturing/growing a garden, which i learned from COVID time. Turned out to be my best teacher: I insist on staring my plants when i water them manually -- also helps i have a smaller semi-urban garden:)
Before I start rambling, let’s unpack it here, why these things are related, and why they matter.
悲壮 Bei Zhuang – A Direct Glimpse into Awakened Compassion
Ever since that moment i tasted awakened awareness, i was able to put myself back to peaceful sleep when waking up at 4am bcs my finite, relative self was grieving again: The passage of time. The fading of youth. The unfinished tasks. The deep anxiety of not having done enough.I no longer push it away. I let it move through me.Fully feeling and nonreactive.
That moment happened during the last morning on the cushion with my nondual awakened awareness retreat with Dustin and Rigdzin community, during the meditation, I heard the words in my ears: “Everything arising in awareness is awareness seeing itself, expressing itself, in front of itself.”
A strong current of energy flooded through my body. Something not of thought, but of knowing arose in me, just like “a snowflake falling into a vast, warm ocean.”
Suddenly, light flooded through my being. My heart pounded. My body trembled. A word surfaced—not from thought, but from the depth of the Field in front of me… the field i was meditating on.. The open field facing Monterey Bay, with redwoods and rolling hill. It’s a Chinese word keeps whispering to my ears.
悲壮 Bei Zhuang, a sadness so vast it becomes magnificent.
Isn’t it interesting that we can learn so much from an ancient language? This Chinese word captures and holds dichotomy, and is close to the sensations of nondual experiences.
It was not sorrow. Not despair. But the aching beauty of awareness witnessing all the striving, all the longing, all the brokenness and brilliance of human expression.
Ever since that moment i tasted awakened awareness, i was able to put myself back to peaceful sleep when waking up at 4am bcs my finite, relative self was grieving again: The passage of time. The fading of youth. The unfinished tasks. The deep anxiety of not having done enough.I no longer push it away. I let it move through me.Fully feeling and nonreactive.
That moment happened during the last morning on the cushion with my nondual awakened awareness retreat with Dustin and Rigdzin community, during the meditation, I heard the words in my ears: “Everything arising in awareness is awareness seeing itself, expressing itself, in front of itself.”
A strong current of energy flooded through my body. Something not of thought, but of knowing arose in me, just like “a snowflake falling into a vast, warm ocean.”
Suddenly, light flooded through my being. My heart pounded. My body trembled. A word surfaced—not from thought, but from the depth of the Field in front of me… the field i was meditating on.. The open field facing Monterey Bay, with redwoods and rolling hill. It’s a Chinese word keeps whispering to my ears.
悲壮 Bei Zhuang, a sadness so vast it becomes magnificent.
Isn’t it interesting that we can learn so much from an ancient language? This Chinese word captures and holds dichotomy, and is close to the sensations of nondual experiences.
It was not sorrow. Not despair. But the aching beauty of awareness witnessing all the striving, all the longing, all the brokenness and brilliance of human expression.
Let the Snowflake Melt: A Reflection on Resonance, Ritual, and Surrendering
For years, there have been mornings when I wake up with the old soundtrack playing in the background. Those subtle whispers of “not enough,” “not doing enough,” “you’re behind.” It used to send me into motion. Anxiety attack. Insomnia. Reacting with fixing, planning, and striving.
For years, there have been mornings when I wake up with the old soundtrack playing in the background. Those subtle whispers of “not enough,” “not doing enough,” “you’re behind.” It used to send me into motion. Anxiety attack. Insomnia. Reacting with fixing, planning, and striving.
However, something shifted since a few profound moments, resulting from deep inner work during a couple of spiritual retreats this Spring.
Now, instead of fighting those voices, I pause. I breathe. And I tune.
Every morning, before I check my phone or open my laptop, I adjust my “frequency”, just like a musician tuning to the room, or a bird catching the wind. I would ask: “How can I stay in coherence while letting the Field move through me next?”
A Summer in China: Finding Myself, Self-Coaching & Parenting Between Worlds
Just landed at SFO after a month-long trip back to China with my husband and children.
The first thing we noticed stepping off the plane: the cool, breathable air of a Northern California summer. After enduring 90–100°F days across crowded cities in China, it felt like a profound exhale—both physically and emotionally.
This trip was meant to be a family visit. What it became was a journey through my inner landscape: a reckoning with identity, cultural expectations, parenting, and the meaning of home.
Space, Contrast, and What Truly Matters
Just landed at SFO after a month-long trip back to China with my husband and children.
The first thing we noticed stepping off the plane: the cool, breathable air of a Northern California summer. After enduring 90–100°F days across crowded cities in China, it felt like a profound exhale—both physically and emotionally.
This trip was meant to be a family visit. What it became was a journey through my inner landscape: a reckoning with identity, cultural expectations, parenting, and the meaning of home.