Absolutely incredible. Once again you've voiced a deep intuition far better than I ever could... Thank you! I kinda wish I could get this as like a small booklet or something, I want to reread it and really savor it.
Beautiful, Sophie. You conceive of things in ways that are beyond most peoples' imagination, and your words open windows of perception into other times and spaces. Wishing you all the best with your edits.
i can't believe this piece of writing did not make the book. it is soooo great, it makes me feel very excited about what the book contains.
i have read this so many times now as well as listened to you discuss it in the Body is a Doorway series, that it feels very comforting to re-read it.
i hear the hum and grind of your gratitude (((hug))). and i also hear that medical stuff is intense for you right now ... and expensive ... i hope we get to keep you for a while longer on this earth, but not if your suffering becomes too great.
blessings of deep nourishment for you dear Sophie.
lately i've been thinking that the diseases & chronic illnesses we are dealing with as a society today are essentially a reflection in the microscopic world of our moral failings as a species. a harmful vibration running through the tiniest elements of life. and as with everything (ex: climate catastrophe), those that are the worst affected are often the least responsible for the issues. this is precisely the lesson we are meant to learn– that the health of individuals is dependent upon the health of our communities and larger ecosystems.
your image of the absent forest revealed by our human form ... breathtakingly brilliant. thank you for bringing these ideas to life and sharing this work. i cannot wait to read the book. your work is revolutionary.
Beautiful. I love this porousness of self, where all that might be thought as else has means to pass through, reside, remind that it, too, lives here (is here, is that un/re-selving constellation of I). And that it, too, composes the sensual give-and-take we feel, the tension of not just encounter but shared responsibility between two forms or states, always in transition but slowing in phases enough to see the apparent state behind—the ancestral places that shaped us—and ahead—the ones we shape and imbue with our own deep care. There's a rambunctious gratitude for that rivering of being and love here, and it's a pleasure to behold. Thank you for honoring the ecotonal pressures hastening novel emergence, not merely for novelty's sake, but also for the sake of what those new riffs might offer when subsumed into the foundational music of ecosystem cores. I'd love to see you extend this into the life that can't be lived in the ecotone, that can only happen in the deep heart that threads the incoming edge-cases into the song it sends back out. I'm deep in essay mode myself this morning, and I'll be quoting you for sure!
when is your new book available? the part about mutual transformation reminds me of one of my favourite thought leaders: Andreas Weber. Love this article. Love these ideas. Thank you :)
Thank you Sophie. I appreciate your cosmology! I wanted to think more about our eyes as created to view things we can no longer view. It made me think about how I sometimes think of the mycelium or some agent like that, vast and ancient and goddess like, constructing our realities. But also I think about how our eyes and our minds take what must be a lot of rough footage and smooth it out in order to create the stable construct that is the world as we experience it. It is very trippy to think about this. I was thinking today about my bathroom and how it appeared oddly detailed as I stepped out of the shower, despite my nearsightedness. I know that my eye constructs a bathroom based on past experience, times when I was wearing my glasses. I was reminded of this small example of time travel when I read what you wrote about eyes built to see things we cannot encounter on our planet today.
Sophie, I read your writing and I am transported. I am eating your words, savoring their flavor, digesting these poetic messages. They are now becoming part of my body. Your words are the ecotone where we meet. Thank you.
To keep it light instead of trying to describe how profoundly your insights resonate, dear Sophie, I will just tell you this: I'm reading your post and typing my answer while my beloved cat is on my lap, her breath purring into the crook of my elbow. Her furry black undersides warm my cotton encased thighs, while outside my glass window there is a goldfinch chattering to the salmonberry flowers. And inside my bronchia is a living virus that occasionally sends my own breath out of my body with a sound like a shovel hitting the soft loam of a garden. I'm so grateful for the way you remind me: pay attention and boundaries disappear. I love you in all the forms we occupy on this beloved earth!
Absolutely incredible. Once again you've voiced a deep intuition far better than I ever could... Thank you! I kinda wish I could get this as like a small booklet or something, I want to reread it and really savor it.
Beautiful, Sophie. You conceive of things in ways that are beyond most peoples' imagination, and your words open windows of perception into other times and spaces. Wishing you all the best with your edits.
i love you too.
i can't believe this piece of writing did not make the book. it is soooo great, it makes me feel very excited about what the book contains.
i have read this so many times now as well as listened to you discuss it in the Body is a Doorway series, that it feels very comforting to re-read it.
i hear the hum and grind of your gratitude (((hug))). and i also hear that medical stuff is intense for you right now ... and expensive ... i hope we get to keep you for a while longer on this earth, but not if your suffering becomes too great.
blessings of deep nourishment for you dear Sophie.
lately i've been thinking that the diseases & chronic illnesses we are dealing with as a society today are essentially a reflection in the microscopic world of our moral failings as a species. a harmful vibration running through the tiniest elements of life. and as with everything (ex: climate catastrophe), those that are the worst affected are often the least responsible for the issues. this is precisely the lesson we are meant to learn– that the health of individuals is dependent upon the health of our communities and larger ecosystems.
your image of the absent forest revealed by our human form ... breathtakingly brilliant. thank you for bringing these ideas to life and sharing this work. i cannot wait to read the book. your work is revolutionary.
Beautiful. I love this porousness of self, where all that might be thought as else has means to pass through, reside, remind that it, too, lives here (is here, is that un/re-selving constellation of I). And that it, too, composes the sensual give-and-take we feel, the tension of not just encounter but shared responsibility between two forms or states, always in transition but slowing in phases enough to see the apparent state behind—the ancestral places that shaped us—and ahead—the ones we shape and imbue with our own deep care. There's a rambunctious gratitude for that rivering of being and love here, and it's a pleasure to behold. Thank you for honoring the ecotonal pressures hastening novel emergence, not merely for novelty's sake, but also for the sake of what those new riffs might offer when subsumed into the foundational music of ecosystem cores. I'd love to see you extend this into the life that can't be lived in the ecotone, that can only happen in the deep heart that threads the incoming edge-cases into the song it sends back out. I'm deep in essay mode myself this morning, and I'll be quoting you for sure!
when is your new book available? the part about mutual transformation reminds me of one of my favourite thought leaders: Andreas Weber. Love this article. Love these ideas. Thank you :)
Thank you Sophie. I appreciate your cosmology! I wanted to think more about our eyes as created to view things we can no longer view. It made me think about how I sometimes think of the mycelium or some agent like that, vast and ancient and goddess like, constructing our realities. But also I think about how our eyes and our minds take what must be a lot of rough footage and smooth it out in order to create the stable construct that is the world as we experience it. It is very trippy to think about this. I was thinking today about my bathroom and how it appeared oddly detailed as I stepped out of the shower, despite my nearsightedness. I know that my eye constructs a bathroom based on past experience, times when I was wearing my glasses. I was reminded of this small example of time travel when I read what you wrote about eyes built to see things we cannot encounter on our planet today.
Sending you a good wishes.
Thank you Sophie! Your "words" make me "wake up" and I am (love) fuller in this life ...
I read your words with loving interest in them. Thank you, Sophie.
Beyond brilliant! Thank you 🙏 Sophie! 🙏❤️💐
Sophie, I read your writing and I am transported. I am eating your words, savoring their flavor, digesting these poetic messages. They are now becoming part of my body. Your words are the ecotone where we meet. Thank you.
To keep it light instead of trying to describe how profoundly your insights resonate, dear Sophie, I will just tell you this: I'm reading your post and typing my answer while my beloved cat is on my lap, her breath purring into the crook of my elbow. Her furry black undersides warm my cotton encased thighs, while outside my glass window there is a goldfinch chattering to the salmonberry flowers. And inside my bronchia is a living virus that occasionally sends my own breath out of my body with a sound like a shovel hitting the soft loam of a garden. I'm so grateful for the way you remind me: pay attention and boundaries disappear. I love you in all the forms we occupy on this beloved earth!