About this blog

It takes a long time for a mouse to realise she’s in a trap. But once she does, something inside her never stops trembling…

Everything keeps changing as we sail through this transitory life.

It’s a good time for bankers and winners and sailors
With their stories of jackpots and islands of pleasure
They keep their treasures locked in Iron Mountain
Locked in Iron mountain
They’re sailing through this transitory life
They’re moving through this transitory life
It takes a long time for a mouse to realise he’s in a trap
But once he does, something inside him never stops trembling
And grandma in the pancake makeup she never wore in life
Lies there in her shiny black coffin looks just like a piano
She made herself a bed inside my ear
She made herself a bed inside my ear
And every night I hear
We’re sailing through this transitory life
We’re moving through this transitory life
When the doctor says: congratulations, it’s a boy!
Where do aII the dream baby girls, those possible pearls, go?
Lorrine and Susan with the brown eyes
And lovely Irene and difficult but beautiful Betty
And tiny tiny Juanita?
They’re sailing through this transitory life
They’re moving through this transitory life
Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise
We run and run in this transitory life
Tipped off balance we fall like light
We land on water in this transitory life
We fall like light on water and water turns to ice
Everything keeps changing in this transitory life
Everything keeps changing in this transitory life  
– Transitory Life, by Laurie Anderson

In February 2011, I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, an incurable, but treatable blood cancer. I wrote about living with myeloma at jetblackliving. Six years later I am in remission, yet feel irrevocably changed.

It’s time for a new blog, to share random thoughts on life and new adventures. I am learning how to be in remission, not only how to dance in the rain (see previous blog), but to accept the something inside me that never stops trembling; and to not get tipped off balance by the changing flow of quiet and disquiet, as I sail through this transitory life.

The blog name?
Acquiescent:
 being willing to accept or agree to something without objection, protest or resistance.
Quiescence: a synonym for remission, a temporary cessation of activity, rest, quiet.