But for Rachel Pollack, transition was never about achieving “a desired end result” or making “a sensible life choice.” She assumed the position of tarot’s Fool, dancing on the cliff’s edge, driven by “the passion of experience” over and against what she called the “Empire of Explanation.”"
Daily Poem-2025-04-12.
Thinking about my grandpa today. Wish we could have left his body on the ridge he loved so much.
This is a test to see if things published from the black book. :-)
Still learning the new system. Can directly publish through obsidian now, so that’s good. I really never even have to look at my site at all. Just push things out there, into the world, without worry. Write write write. Write some more. Share without worry. My own little obscure world.
I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light
Of writing poems, Mary Oliver says,
I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame…My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive.¹
Another test to see if I can post from different places. This is fun.
Good Morning
Good morning. it is 2026-04-12.
The usual Sunday Morning: unemployment paperwork. Quiet of the house before The Spouse wakes up. Gray sunshine filtering through the windows. Reading through the RSS feed and weekly newsletters.
I showed The Spouse how to do an RSS Reader yesterday, so they can follow me here. Am I the old lady using ancient technologies now. “Why would I need an RSS…I only go to 3 sites?” The web is richer than that, always has been.
Need coffee.
Today: Wrestling Show. Bagels. A poem, if I want to make one.
Good morning.
This is a test to see how easy it is to post pictures off my ipad without opening the micro.blog app. Lets hope.
Poems for this week. To catch up a bit.
Yesterday, while swimming, I forgot to bring my notebook and phone (I often leave my phone. I want to be in the world while swimming). And I had a poem appear to me. And I wasn’t there for it. And it disappeared into the land of lost poems. And I realized that I had efficiented myself away from my vocation. Because I had changed from having a wallet that included my notebooks to one that attached to my keys. Made a priority decision that removed me from my vocation.
I have a little sheath that includes cardholders and space for two notebooks. I have now put what I need to survive in the world (debit card, proof of insurance and identity, field notes notebook and two pens, a paper calendar) into it. And my keys may be separated now, but that’s ok. Words deserve my best attention and intentions.