I’m Sherry Dryja, a neurodiverse writer, creator, vegan baker, and theologian living in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood.
Stand outside at dusk and watch Venus rise. If you sit long enough, you might feel it—the Earth rolling away from the Sun, the vast plane of the solar system stretching around you. Teilhard glimpsed this grand unfolding. Indigenous wisdom has always known it. This is an invitation to step into it.
The Noosphere was never meant to belong to billionaires and bots. It was meant to be a shared space, where knowledge and connection flourished. How do we reclaim it? By choosing intentionality over algorithms, community over consumption, and real conversations over performative engagement.
Teilhard believed humanity was evolving toward something higher. But higher for whom? His vision of the Noosphere preached unity, yet his own biases excluded entire populations. So what do we do with thinkers like him? We wrestle. We reclaim. We expand the vision beyond his limits—because the Noosphere must be for all of us, or it is not progress at all.
I wasn’t looking for love—just a place to write. But then a stranger’s message popped up, and the Internet became more than a tool. It became a bridge.
Decades before the Internet, Teilhard de Chardin predicted a vast web of thought connecting us all. He called it the Noosphere. And I was living in it.
As we savored the unexpected treat, we couldn’t help but admire Ted’s audacity. Who would’ve guessed that a Kremówka truck could lead to such joy? In hindsight, we all wished we’d followed him instead of trudging through yet another church.
From the moment you leave the shore, you’re unmoored—literally and otherwise. Stress dissolves into the sea spray, and the tidy tyranny of daily life gives way to the untamed rhythm of tide and wind.
Chimpanzee Sanctuary Northwest offers rescued chimpanzees a second chance at life after years of hardship. On 113 acres of farm and forested land, chimps like Foxie, Jamie, and Negra are rediscovering joy, connection, and safety. Their stories remind us of the power of compassion and the incredible resilience of these remarkable beings.
Music has always been more than sound to me—it’s a lifeline, a steady thread weaving through every chapter of my life. Whether riding waves of joy or bracing against storms of uncertainty, there’s always been a song to hold onto. These eight songs aren’t just melodies—they’re anchors, memories, and moments that shaped who I am.
I always imagined dining at a Michelin-star restaurant would be a sophisticated, unforgettable experience. At Jungsik in Seoul, it was unforgettable—just not in the way I planned.
Here’s the short version:
✨ The restaurant: stunningly elegant.
✨ Me: accidentally eating a moist hand towel because I thought it was a fancy marshmallow.
Oh, and let’s not forget the side quest to find the restroom, which led me through a dimly lit lounge that looked like a Bond villain’s hideout. Add in a few mysterious doors, a lot of confused glances, and you’ve got my dinner adventure.
📍 "Mountainous Fails"
🌨️ Two mountain rescues, one overinflated ego, and a pair of soggy pants later…
Mountains have taught me many things: humility, the importance of warm pants, and why confidence doesn’t always equal skill. From tumbling like a human snowball at 17 to discovering snowshoes won’t save you from altitude sickness in middle age, I’ve learned the hard way that I’m better suited to sea level.
