林月慧是出生于马来西亚的华侨。毕业于英国的Luton, Bedfordshire大学社会心理学学士。她从1994–1999住在旧金山，曾在中美国际学校担任课外活动规划署助理署长，也在法美国际学校教汉语。她在 1999 年，移居到波特兰，在金融业工作了几年。2007年，她选择成为全职画家和作家。她和她的三只爱犬住在俄勒冈的幸福谷。
Grace Lim is Malaysian-born Chinese with a BA in Psychology cum Sociology from the University of Luton in Bedfordshire, England. She lived in San Francisco from 1994–1999, where she worked as the Assistant Director of the After school Program at the Chinese-American International School, and taught Mandarin in the French-American International School. She moved to Portland in 1999, and worked in financial industry for several years. In 2007, she chose to work full-time as a painter and author. Grace and her three dogs make their home in Happy Valley, Oregon.
Life, An Artist
A fallen leaf
Mourns its wings that can not fly.
Unleashes its temper,
Exhausts its vigorous arrogance.
Life keeps on painting,
The wind accompanies poetry;
Dispersing sadness, so glory might stay.
Dawn leads the way
The rain moistens the memory of love deep inside.
The memory of love echoes a beautiful voice
A voice of love, so sweet.
I greedily replay it in my heart over and over again,
Life is greed as well, she
Paints the sky a darker cobalt blue.
我的人生目的 - 为了什么？为谁？就为让聆听？
If I could walk on clouds
I'd jump from one to another
I'd whistle, as if no one heard
I'd imagine I was a soft feather on blue water
Like nobody's business
Calm and drifting to a faraway place
How did I end up like this?
Imagining walking on clouds
Hallucinating I was a drifting feather
sitting here mulling
My sense of purpose – what is it for? for whom? simply to pleasure the ear?
Is it for a sense of conscience?
A cool wind drifts through the woods
The pines rustle a soft encouraging voice
Wake up, spring blossom!
The life of the forest, insects, birds and plants rustles
With each breath the wind
awakens the verve of deep slumber
The flitting hummingbird, the informer
Feisty, fast and on time
Taking the longest migration route,
but out-flying all other brids
Alights on my red feeder, hanging from the eave
Bringing me the message of spring
From bark and fern to flowers and shrubs,
Every wind felt
Blows in spring wonders
For once, an epiphany rings out
The cloud, the feather, the hummingbird and the wind
All hide wisdom. Silence; they calmly drift away...