3 essential lessons ‘busy’ academics can learn from the Japanese tea ceremony

3 essential lessons ‘busy’ academics can learn from the Japanese tea ceremony

By Kimine Mayuzumi   Ichigo ichie (一期一会 ), the Japanese proverb that translates to “one encounter at a (life) time” – is more than just a saying; it’s a philosophy that teaches us to cherish the uniqueness of each and every moment.  This principle is especially important in the context of Japanese tea ceremonies, where the procedure is rigid and complicated. However, the true essence of the ceremony lies in focusing on the unique quality…

Why (my modified version of) Morning Pages works for me

Why (my modified version of) Morning Pages works for me

By Kimine Mayuzumi Before I started Morning Pages Writing has been a part of my healing system. Yet, it was sporadic for a long time. Looking through my old journals, I was actually writing only when I was angry and frustrated. I wanted to vent about all the things that made me feel like a victim. So many of the records in my old journals make my life then sound quite miserable even though I…

How Our Collaborative Writing Became a Healing Process: Reflections by Two Transnational Female Academics in Japan

How Our Collaborative Writing Became a Healing Process: Reflections by Two Transnational Female Academics in Japan

By Yuki Imoto and Tomoko Tokunaga  When we met in Tokyo in 2013, I (Tomoko) had just returned from the US as a postdoc, and I (Yuki) had started a faculty post in Japan. We connected through our common interests and shared backgrounds. We have been writing collaboratively since then. It was rare to find a friend who shared similar experiences of crisscrossing linguistic, cultural, and geographic borders. Our disciplinary backgrounds included anthropology, sociology, and…

What imposter feelings taught me about my strength:  A graduate student’s story on slowing down

What imposter feelings taught me about my strength: A graduate student’s story on slowing down

By Roilui Sin Feeling like an imposter is not new to me as a graduate student. I have felt it since childhood. I am the youngest of two, my parents had emigrated from China in the early 70s – first to Brazil and then settling in Canada in 1985 when I was a toddler. Growing up, I felt like an outsider, needing to fit in and protect myself from being revealed as a “phony” Canadian.…