Welcome! My name is mai. I’m a writer, facilitator, and grief and death care practitioner. I work with people are navigating loss, death, and grief to bring forth comfort and healing and a greater connection to creativity, meaning, and the preciousness of life.
Through writing, storytelling, embodied practice, and spiritual care, I offer compassionate care, guidance, and support through the many cycles of life, death, and change that we encounter in our lives, including those related to chronic illness and disability, C-PTSD, pet loss, bereavement, gender and sexuality, end of life, and more. I also specialize in climate and environmental grief, and teach how the natural world can support us through loss, death, and change.
I work with children, youth, and adults, including those who are queer, trans, BIPOC, disabled, and / or chronically ill. My approach is heart-centered, intersectional, and honors the inherent sovereignty and wisdom of all those who I work with. I am based in Albuquerque, NM and offer my services both virtually and in-person.
Thank you for being here - I look forward to working with you!
Recent Blog Posts
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Cycles of Living and Change
When change is hard, it’s easy to forget our sense of connection. We believe we are singular and alone. But we are always being held by our inherent connection to a vast and infinite system of life growing towards more life.
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Seeds of Grief
Seeds are the material through which life not only continues but evolves. If we think about grief as a seed, what does that change in how we orient to our grief? And what kind of potential would live within these tiny, primordial pods?
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Turning to the Earth in Grief
Our experiences of loss and grief have the potential to expand our awareness and connect us back to the universal cycles and the bigger-than-us wisdom and intelligence that is constantly unfolding within and around us.
water/tongue
A 2020 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Poetry
“How many ways can we be killed by being forced to fit into a world we didn’t ask for? Here is a poetics of of the trace, of the unpronounced events reverberating on a sparsely marked page, in the space between the cracked house that leaks memory: a girl running. What is the speaker to do with the weight of what her ancestors have lived through? Repatriate the severed tongue. Build a politics of ritual, of hair and rose petals at the bottom of an empty bathtub. mai c. doan’s powerful book water/tongue is written from the position of being in, but not of, this monstrosity we call America. And they would rather stutter than be folded into the Empire."- Jackie Wang, author of Carceral Capitalism
