[Full Length] The Inner Lives of Fungi — with Sophie Strand
“Civilization may not be a purely human story. It may be a fungal story and even just a yeast story.”
- Sophie Strand
SYNOPSIS:
Woodchucks and bald eagles. Fungal fermentation. Compost heaps. Animism. Deviant animal sex. Disability. Jesus and Dionysus. Fungi, microbes, and the divine feminine critique.
It’s never a dull conversation with the brilliant and freewheelingly articulate writer, poet and philosopher Sophie Strand. Kick back and enjoy the ride.
GUEST BIO:
Sophie Strand is a writer based in the Hudson Valley who focuses on the intersection of spirituality, storytelling, and ecology. But it would probably be more authentic to call her a neo-troubadour animist with a propensity to spin yarns that inevitably turn into love stories. Give her a salamander and a stone and she’ll write you a love story. Sophie was raised by house cats, puff balls, possums, raccoons, and an opinionated, crippled goose.
Her first book of essays The Flowering Wand: Rewilding the Sacred Masculine will be published in fall 2022. Her eco-feminist historical fiction reimagining of the gospels The Madonna Secret will also be published by Inner Traditions in Spring 2023. She is currently researching her next epic, a mythopoetic exploration of ecology and queerness in the medieval legend of Tristan and Isolde.
QUOTES:
The truth is that we can see in old mythologies, in plenty of Celtic fairytales, that it's often the smallest being that ultimately grants the biggest boon.
Your body is your ecosystem. You can make kin with your own disability.
Every morning, I summon every being that I want to know as part of my decision-making process. Indigenous beings, folkloric beings, land forms, microbes, infections, ancestors, secular saints, plants, invasive species. And I think that's the most important thing about it. By the time I enter into my public persona I know that everything I say, every decision I make, is not bounded by the fiction of individuality.
Fungi are relational. They live between species. They are interrogative.
Civilization may not be a purely human story. It may be a fungal story and even just a yeast story.
Compost for me is this moment where rot — where a slurry of everything, where no one's excluded, but also no one is highlighted, sprouts something new.