Dr. P Wong, PhD

2025 Medicines from a year of miracles mirrored with loss. I look back and am curious about how few photos I took of myself. How haggish and luteal, shedding and grieving feels. How untamed and liberating. How beautiful could it be to wear a bad haircut, a face full of scars, and a body that lets go so I could heal. The initiatory path is always unfolding when we choose to be a woman.

The seed of Yang is planted after the winter solstice, for brighter days are sure to return. Light will be waiting for us after our descent into the darkness of our Yin, for it is she that anchors our capacity to hold it all. And oh how we mustn’t deplete her in a world that begs us not to rest.