Mihail Sol > Quotes

“There is a language that exists before language. It is the language of pure intention. Of feeling shaped into meaning. Of meaning released like a breath, without knowing exactly where it will land, trusting only that it will find its way to the one it was meant for.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“My world became very small.
And the shadows became very large.
They rose around me like a canyon, like a throat, like the space between two hands coming together – and for one moment, one genuine, unmistakable moment, I felt the full weight of their nature pressing against the part of me that knew itself as this.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“I had lived before. I knew this the way I knew to float: without thinking, without needing anyone to explain it to me. The knowledge was simply there, woven into whatever I was before I became this.”
― Mihail Sol

“For one immeasurable instant there was no world, no body, no memory, no water, no stars.
Only light. A dazzling, complete, overflowing brightness that seemed to contain every light I had ever known and every light I had not yet learned to see.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“had lived before. I knew this the way I knew to float: without thinking, without needing anyone to explain it to me. The knowledge was simply there, woven into whatever I was before I became this.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“My first memory did not begin with anything of this world.
It began with a special kind of water.
Warm, boundless, soft, silent in the way only sacred things can be silent. It held me without asking for anything in return. There was no time there, no hunger, no distance, no question. Only the deep and living certainty that I was held, and that being held was enough.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“Something in me that had been present all along, that had floated in the ocean and spoken in the garden and listened to my father's heartbeat with undiminished wonder – that something brightened. Not dramatically, not with any theatrical flourish. Simply steadily. The way a candle brightens when a draft stops, becoming more fully itself.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“Bright as lighthouse beams cutting through fog, were two presences I recognized before I recognized anything else.

The first was the ocean itself – or rather, the one whose body had become my ocean. I did not know her face yet. I did not know the sound of her laugh, or the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking. I would learn all of that later. What I knew now was the color of her – a deep, steady amber warmth, like sunlight through autumn leaves.

I would call her Mother.”
― Mihail Sol, Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath

“My next memory is of joy – a joy so complete it has no edges, no beginning, no place where it ends and something else begins. The moment a part of my consciousness slipped into the cup of my mother, into the deep ocean of her love. The moment I was sheltered by a womb.”
― Mihail Sol