Image is Synchronicity 3 by Rob Woodcox Living Between Stories What does it feel like to lose the plot? What does it feel like to wake up, one morning, smoke flattening the sun into a clementine penny, and realize you do not recognize the shape of your narrative? Everything is gelatinized. Formless.
Gorgeous weaving...thank you for sharing and holding space Sophie ✨....so much resonance with the space between stories and sitting with the unknown...I’ve been learning to approach the liminal with whole body curiosity and wonder like my son...
I love the way you flip the coracle. Rather than sitting in that little boat, what is it like to wear it? I’m dreaming of the ocean, And I’m dreaming of Cape Cod Bay, and I’m dreaming of and all the ways creatures inhabit it and Inhabit themselves.
Touching and beautiful on a day when I feel as much stuck in the middle of a story as beginning entirely new one.
Thank you. This piece touches all my tender spots as a rather hermit crabby individual (cancer sun/rising) who’s on the eve of returning to a dreaded job with wonderful benefits after 10 months of tending to chronic illness. I’ve been trying for much longer than that to step into a way of making a living that’s more reflective of my values, skills, and delights, and keep inching closer, but my body seems to have a different timeline in mind ... Chronic illness can make some shell-jumping feel so much more vulnerable, even if we’ve grown accustomed to being in perpetual Bardo. 💜
I remember the first time you published a version of this. It knocked my socks off. Still does. Having lived in an in-between place of sorts since the onset of the pandemic I feel the weight of your words keenly. Whereas before I have tried to will myself out of that interstitial place as quickly as possible, this time I've tried to let it resolve itself without so much angst and interference from me. It's an odd place to be, so outside of our cultural story about ambition and steady, exponential growth, but it's also been instructive.
Gorgeous weaving...thank you for sharing and holding space Sophie ✨....so much resonance with the space between stories and sitting with the unknown...I’ve been learning to approach the liminal with whole body curiosity and wonder like my son...
I love the way you flip the coracle. Rather than sitting in that little boat, what is it like to wear it? I’m dreaming of the ocean, And I’m dreaming of Cape Cod Bay, and I’m dreaming of and all the ways creatures inhabit it and Inhabit themselves.
Touching and beautiful on a day when I feel as much stuck in the middle of a story as beginning entirely new one.
Thank you. This piece touches all my tender spots as a rather hermit crabby individual (cancer sun/rising) who’s on the eve of returning to a dreaded job with wonderful benefits after 10 months of tending to chronic illness. I’ve been trying for much longer than that to step into a way of making a living that’s more reflective of my values, skills, and delights, and keep inching closer, but my body seems to have a different timeline in mind ... Chronic illness can make some shell-jumping feel so much more vulnerable, even if we’ve grown accustomed to being in perpetual Bardo. 💜
You may not have changed shells yet but you will. You're already a link in the vacancy chain. You're already. entombed in a chrysalis. So we wait.
I loved this so much. Truly connected with me and my life right now. Thanks Sophie for connecting the dots in a beautiful way ❤️
These metaphors are so deeply nourishing!! Thank you, as always. Much love to you Sophie.
Pat Allen
Love the variety of feeling arising when reading these words. Thank you👍
I remember the first time you published a version of this. It knocked my socks off. Still does. Having lived in an in-between place of sorts since the onset of the pandemic I feel the weight of your words keenly. Whereas before I have tried to will myself out of that interstitial place as quickly as possible, this time I've tried to let it resolve itself without so much angst and interference from me. It's an odd place to be, so outside of our cultural story about ambition and steady, exponential growth, but it's also been instructive.