Sofya Mitchell

How to Survive Modernity is “#92 Rising in Health & Wellness” and I don’t really know what that means but will take the opportunity to thank everyone who reads my stuff - it means the world, really ❤️‍🔥

Took a magnesium chloride and Balinese sea salt bath last night, with a little jasmine oil too, and fell asleep instantly once I crawled into bed. Out like a light. Never underestimate the simple interventions, because in the majority of cases they are all you ever need…

Woke up at 6:45am by exclaiming “I’m a mother!” out loud and therefore rousing myself from a deep sleep. (I am not a mother)

If you’re not from the tropics you need to be drinking birch sap water or freshly pressed local apple juice instead. Adjust accordingly to your ancestry and latitude..

Amelia met my mother for the first time and despite Amelia being a standoffish former stray, and my mother not liking cats, MiMi took to her immediately… she would scamper into the guest bedroom and jump into bed with mum, roll over and show her belly, sit close by her, become excited when she heard her coming back home. MiMi has also demanded ownership of my great-grandmother’s antique chairs, ignoring other furniture in the home in favour of those two pieces specifically. I think she knows that it’s my family and therefore also hers

lowkey don’t like the very young kitten phase bc it gives me war flashbacks of my time in cat rescue. They are so fragile and so needy; they can’t even go potty properly so you have to manually extract waste from their little bums. They can’t control their claws properly so they’re just always *out* like tiny creepy needles. Little sharp bony squeaking balls of poo and pee, food all over their faces, distended bellies, scrawny limbs. Poor wee mites. But everyone loves kittens so have at it! I’ll stick to giving attention to the forgotten ones (the old, the mothers) ..

Bitter tastes (radicchio, dandelion, etc), citrus, egg yolks for choline, adequate but not excessive amounts of ghee, butter, and animal fats, glycine-rich broth, magnesium, releasing anger

We’re sleepy brb after a few more weeks

Meditation does more harm than good for the average person, and many who think they are practicing it are simply drug addicts with psych disorders. You can’t do this stuff without a rigorous lineage of ancestral spirituality behind you; otherwise you’re just fractured, rootless, and talking to demons.

Ignore subversive demoralising posters who tell young men to flee their homelands. There is nowhere left to go. Globohomo has its greasy tendrils hooked into every single nation on earth. Fight for what you believe in, or perish.

I miss Scottish weather in large part because I miss wearing cashmere and woollens and silk underlayers and cosy coats

People frothing at the mouth with anger when I say BPD isn’t real and is simply an excuse that abusers use in order to carry on terrorising everyone around them… meanwhile, people who have BPD when they are truthful:

“Oh you don’t performatively nitpick at your appearance in order to make other women feel comfortable? And you eat whatever you want and aren’t a neurotic mess about your weight? Time to die.”

If you’re a woman who doesn’t hate the way she looks, other women will want to skin you alive and set you ablaze

They’re onto something

Asking my antiques guy if the piece I want came from a dead person’s house 👻

For all of human history up until now, your children were rightfully the most important thing you would ever nurture in your whole life. But like with any good and right thing, globohomo seeks to dismantle this fundamental human truth, and now we have endlessly broken families and endlessly broken children. We have forgotten that blood is everything. Humans have always had friendships too, but this modern subversive notion (that friends are more important than finding a spouse or raising your children) is a spiritual hazard. Friends come and go. Blood is the only thing in this world that is real and everlasting.

My Cantonese contractor is ceaselessly flummoxed and terrified by my insistence that all lighting be edison bulbs or, where not possible, warm coloured LEDs. He keeps walking around the house asking me if it’s “too dark” and “how will you see” 💡