This is so beautiful, true and heart opening. As an art therapist I have struggled my entire career with the mismatch between embracing creativity as a force for healing and unfolding Self and the desire my colleagues have for diagnosis as a guiding principle. Diagnosis trains one to see what is expected, what matches the syndrome and symptoms and to be deaf to the poetry, wisdom and guidance every symptom offers us. The system one must buy into in order for the calculus of diagnosis and treatment to work is full of worn out heroics. What's traded away is priceless, enlivening process and the mystery and awe of Being. Foundational kinship is our ground of being with all that is. THANK YOU!
Preach!!! Radical inclusion... how big can I get? Thank you thank you wise Sophie Strand. 💞🙏🏾 In Chinese medicine, maybe you know? - there is a channel called the Sea of Blood. The Ocean of Blood. Your piece brought me right into that energetic... which fills me with a sense of profound capacity and possibilities.
I am feeling this so deeply, and resonating with this sense of self-dissolving as a way of self-finding. When I go into the sea, I always feel this, feel the sea empty me out and then fill me with a much vaster way of being, that can hold all the pains that are so unworkable as a separate self. You are articulating that here so beautifully, it almost hurts to read. Deep bow of thanks.
So timely! I've been struggling this week with another flare up of inflammatory issues that I've been dealing with in different ways for the past few years. I've been growing increasingly frustrated with the medical system. The doctor doesn't view me as a whole being existing within a web of connection but separate disembodied symptoms. The break down of language used in medicine in your writing really gets to the heart of what I have been feeling, and I'm so validated to see it in words.
I have been committed to a healing path in which I am my own advocate and intuitive guide, but like my sister told me yesterday "I wish I didn't have to break everyone down to finally get them to help me."
Oh, I recognize this journey in my own "incorrect" bones. The fatigue. The constant pushing. The desire for some small amount of ease. I am sending some midsummer sunlight, spun with pollen and butterfly wing dust. Thanks for making me feel less alone Andrea
Every new iteration of this truth moving through you resounds in me like an ancient love I’ve been craving my whole life. Thank you again and again Sophie. May you be like the ocean.
Creating a relationship with pain has been transformative for me. Befriending my pain has opened up new possibilities and connections to the Earth itself. I don't see a wilting flower as a problem, so how am I a problem? Thank you again for your beautiful words and connections. They open up so much to me, like the ocean.
Oh my goodness, the tears are still flowing...I am broken open by what you have written here and I want to read it again and again and share it. How beautiful and wonderful. Heartfelt thanks to you Sophie for your great wisdom and your beautiful gift of writing and sharing healing words with the world.
This hit deep and beautiful - thank you for sharing such a vulnerable moment of your texere process. I am working through the same thing and it resonated deeply. Your language is helping me so much that I printed it out and am taking notes on paper to help me process what you said.
I am a soil scientist, so I pictured the blood in the ocean and where it came from on the cellular level and where it was going on the cellular level - the atomic level chemistry is real. Each cell of blood has its own pattern, its own DNA that was formed from structures and processes that also had DNA which were formed from other structures and processes that also had DNA. Infinitely complex in time yet timeless. It all comes from the soil, we are in fact made of soil, of adamah, the "ecstatic skin of the Earth" that forms and degrades endlessly with the cycles of our planet. Maybe I embrace the atomization of the self in its beauty of electron orbitals and subatomic particles that, when investigated deeply, take us beyond space-time itself.
I love your weaving metaphor. I have been praying for "untying of knots" and it is working to let me be wilder and wider too. My knots, my wounds and traumas - I have found it helpful in my untying process to name them. Noticing them, naming them, and getting to know the root - the original sin of them in Eden - and their hold on me loosens so I can reweave them. Released from their hold on me, from their inner womb like the blood in the ocean, they can die and become life again, liberating me from their little deaths and purifying my vessel, empty again for another rebirth.
I hold so much gratitude for your words and heart in sharing them. Much love, Laura.
Wow synchronistic indeed! Everything you wrote some of it in a conversation today is unfolding over here.
When we look at what comprises us and the interweaving of moment to moment unfolding as a whole living system -- with its knots, it’s broken off separated sections, torn, partly from events & circumstances, part from ignorance -- we still understand so little of who/what we are, we really see that the materialist medical model is woefully inadequate.
The core fault is that of the deep conviction that we are separate, other than, a discreet entity -- we are a wild and real collective. No one’s illness or injury is heirs alone. We are all part of One another, interwoven with a planet also dealing with toxins and ecosystem destruction, etc.
And we all at all levels of existence are given to give what cares, shares, offers, supports and benefits. Oceans of both earth and of consciousness. Love’s grace is in it all.
This is so beautiful, true and heart opening. As an art therapist I have struggled my entire career with the mismatch between embracing creativity as a force for healing and unfolding Self and the desire my colleagues have for diagnosis as a guiding principle. Diagnosis trains one to see what is expected, what matches the syndrome and symptoms and to be deaf to the poetry, wisdom and guidance every symptom offers us. The system one must buy into in order for the calculus of diagnosis and treatment to work is full of worn out heroics. What's traded away is priceless, enlivening process and the mystery and awe of Being. Foundational kinship is our ground of being with all that is. THANK YOU!
Preach!!! Radical inclusion... how big can I get? Thank you thank you wise Sophie Strand. 💞🙏🏾 In Chinese medicine, maybe you know? - there is a channel called the Sea of Blood. The Ocean of Blood. Your piece brought me right into that energetic... which fills me with a sense of profound capacity and possibilities.
Oh I don’t know about that!! Thank you for deepening that metaphor!
I am feeling this so deeply, and resonating with this sense of self-dissolving as a way of self-finding. When I go into the sea, I always feel this, feel the sea empty me out and then fill me with a much vaster way of being, that can hold all the pains that are so unworkable as a separate self. You are articulating that here so beautifully, it almost hurts to read. Deep bow of thanks.
Waves of gratitude to you Angie 🌬️ 🌊
So timely! I've been struggling this week with another flare up of inflammatory issues that I've been dealing with in different ways for the past few years. I've been growing increasingly frustrated with the medical system. The doctor doesn't view me as a whole being existing within a web of connection but separate disembodied symptoms. The break down of language used in medicine in your writing really gets to the heart of what I have been feeling, and I'm so validated to see it in words.
I have been committed to a healing path in which I am my own advocate and intuitive guide, but like my sister told me yesterday "I wish I didn't have to break everyone down to finally get them to help me."
Oh, I recognize this journey in my own "incorrect" bones. The fatigue. The constant pushing. The desire for some small amount of ease. I am sending some midsummer sunlight, spun with pollen and butterfly wing dust. Thanks for making me feel less alone Andrea
Every new iteration of this truth moving through you resounds in me like an ancient love I’ve been craving my whole life. Thank you again and again Sophie. May you be like the ocean.
Love this so much..... ❤️❤️❤️ 🌊🌊🌊
And love you!!!
Creating a relationship with pain has been transformative for me. Befriending my pain has opened up new possibilities and connections to the Earth itself. I don't see a wilting flower as a problem, so how am I a problem? Thank you again for your beautiful words and connections. They open up so much to me, like the ocean.
Oh my goodness, the tears are still flowing...I am broken open by what you have written here and I want to read it again and again and share it. How beautiful and wonderful. Heartfelt thanks to you Sophie for your great wisdom and your beautiful gift of writing and sharing healing words with the world.
This hit deep and beautiful - thank you for sharing such a vulnerable moment of your texere process. I am working through the same thing and it resonated deeply. Your language is helping me so much that I printed it out and am taking notes on paper to help me process what you said.
I am a soil scientist, so I pictured the blood in the ocean and where it came from on the cellular level and where it was going on the cellular level - the atomic level chemistry is real. Each cell of blood has its own pattern, its own DNA that was formed from structures and processes that also had DNA which were formed from other structures and processes that also had DNA. Infinitely complex in time yet timeless. It all comes from the soil, we are in fact made of soil, of adamah, the "ecstatic skin of the Earth" that forms and degrades endlessly with the cycles of our planet. Maybe I embrace the atomization of the self in its beauty of electron orbitals and subatomic particles that, when investigated deeply, take us beyond space-time itself.
I love your weaving metaphor. I have been praying for "untying of knots" and it is working to let me be wilder and wider too. My knots, my wounds and traumas - I have found it helpful in my untying process to name them. Noticing them, naming them, and getting to know the root - the original sin of them in Eden - and their hold on me loosens so I can reweave them. Released from their hold on me, from their inner womb like the blood in the ocean, they can die and become life again, liberating me from their little deaths and purifying my vessel, empty again for another rebirth.
I hold so much gratitude for your words and heart in sharing them. Much love, Laura.
Wow synchronistic indeed! Everything you wrote some of it in a conversation today is unfolding over here.
When we look at what comprises us and the interweaving of moment to moment unfolding as a whole living system -- with its knots, it’s broken off separated sections, torn, partly from events & circumstances, part from ignorance -- we still understand so little of who/what we are, we really see that the materialist medical model is woefully inadequate.
The core fault is that of the deep conviction that we are separate, other than, a discreet entity -- we are a wild and real collective. No one’s illness or injury is heirs alone. We are all part of One another, interwoven with a planet also dealing with toxins and ecosystem destruction, etc.
And we all at all levels of existence are given to give what cares, shares, offers, supports and benefits. Oceans of both earth and of consciousness. Love’s grace is in it all.
Grateful for the blessing from Sophie et al. 🙏
💖♾️⛲️💞✌️🫶
Amen
Sophie this piece resonates with me so deeply. I'm speechless.