Sophy’s Wisdom
Welcome to my blog! I started this space when I was best known for writing about angels (hence the beautiful angel at the top of the page), and over time, it has grown—much like a vine—to cover a variety of topics. I chose the name “Sophy” for the blog because it means wisdom (as in philosophy, the “love of wisdom”). It’s also my Christened name, spelled with a “y,” which makes it personal. Wisdom, to me, is “experience coupled with thoughtfulness of what was learnt,” and that’s what I’ve been striving to uncover and share throughout my life. From spiritual musings to deeper reflections on life’s challenges, this blog is a place where I offer my insights, experiences, and thoughts on everything from angels to our ever-evolving world.
I’m so happy you’re here, and I’d love for you to sign up for occasional updates. You can expect thoughtful offerings about being psychic, dealing with fears, or just navigating the complexities of the world we live in. I hope something here speaks to you and encourages a deeper connection with the wisdom we all seek.
YOU HAD A LIFE!!
(Parables of Sunlight by Margaret Dulaney) Every now and again I come across a book so luminous and lyrical, that I find myself telling everyone I meet – “Oh, I’ve just read the BEST book!” in...
Afraid to die
Every now and again, and often, it seems, when I’m most discouraged, I’ll suddenly get an email from a total stranger, telling me how much my books have affected their life. As if the Universe is...
All Creatures Large and Small
All Creatures Great and Small Today I saw a fox pattering along the edge of the forest, nose down, intent on its journey to catch mice in the horse pasture a quarter mile up the road. The birds are...
The Healing Power of Animals
I want your story of your animals, dog, cat, birds, skunk. I think our animas are like angels, come to teach us how to love. For example: Sixteen years ago I prayed to God to bring me a...
How Strangely Needs Are Met
This is a story of how our needs are met. It’s also about an angel, but mostly about how Spirit, the Guiding Principle, the Universe, God, whatever you choose to call this incomprehensible Mystery,...
Talking to Myself
If there is one benefit to this coronavirus isolation, it’s in offering the luxury of time. But when, like me, you live alone, the days are sometimes long, especially on dark, rainy, soggy, sad...
The secret of getting well
A few weeks ago I “pulled a muscle.” You’d think at my age that I would know better than to shovel snow; but it was such a pretty, blue-sky day, and I felt so good, that I simply didn’t think. ...
Intentions. Connections. Only Connect
Oh boy, here we are in January. The new year. This time the new Decade. January is the month when we make Resolutions—and usually forget them in a week. Instead of resolutions, I offer myself one...
Gifting and Receiving
We all know Christmas is about giving. We forget that receiving is another gift. It’s hard to receive. It’s as hard as asking for help. Some people naturally know how to do it: They open the...
Fear and Anxiety, ghosts and ghouls
“Writing is a form of therapy: sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human...
September: Journeys and Transitions
“Look, the trees are turning,” she said, glancing out the picture window toward the New Hampshire woods, and everything in me wanted to cry out: Not yet! Too soon! September marks the beginning of...
Summertime
Summertime, and the living is easy. Our cultural memories are rich with summertime: the slap of a screen door to the excited calls of children; of dozing in a hammock over a good book, or casting a...
My Inner Judge and Mistakes
There is a saying in the 12-step Alcoholic Anonymous program that “You will not regret the past, nor wish to close the door on it.” And mostly this is true, except when I find myself awake in the...
My Mother’s Card
May is Osteoporosis Month, whatever that means. It’s also, as most people in the USA know by now, Mother’s Day on the second Sunday of the month, when I phone my children to remind them that they...
If You Get Lost in Life
If you get lost in life, put your ear to the ground and listen to its pounding heart. Old Sami saying As I write this one cold and windy March, I find...
Praying for the Dark Side
In dark December, when everyone was harking to angels and the return of the Light, the Atlantic Monthly published a story about demonic possession....
The Light You Emit
Not long ago a Canadian wrote me about a mysterious encounter he’d had with a homeless man, Helmut, who always carried in his shopping bags spiritual books, herbs, treats and notebooks, and you...
My father’s death: ghosts & goblins
Every October, with its falling leaves and brilliant colors, I’m reminded of my father’s death: October 30 the night before Halloween. My mother had died three years earlier, leaving our father,...