I’m Sherry Dryja, a neurodiverse writer, creator, vegan baker, and theologian living in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood.
Cartagena is hot. Not ‘Oh, let me grab my sunhat’ hot. More like ‘I am melting into the pavement and will soon become one with the earth’ hot. By midday, I had transformed from carefree traveler to overheated swamp creature. So, when we walked into a fancy restaurant without even changing clothes, I was already feeling like a sweaty disaster. But I was not prepared for what happened next: a full-body collision with Benjamin Bratt’s bare chest.
I had spent four years being told what things are—cups are for drinking, saucers are for holding cups. But here was Grandma, breaking the rules in the quietest, most matter-of-fact way.
Maybe I wasn’t Jesus. Maybe no one is. Or maybe we all are—not as saviors, but as hands and feet, as hearts capable of kindness, as people who, in whatever small ways we can, bring light into the world.
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.
