(“The Fool” card from the Collective Tarot, art by Sara & Lola Kolp)
The Pamphleteer Project Indiegogo Campaign has come to an end. WOW what a ride! Just a month ago I was sitting in a coffee shop with my friend Shelly, hashing out the campaign perks, considering dates, and wondering if it was at all possible.
Now, I will tell the truth— I didn’t make the goal— no, I did not. But, I came damned close, and I am so SO grateful to everyone who kicked in everything from $1 to $250. Really. Every single shekel made the difference in being able to do what I did the glee, at 3AM this morning.
I BOOKED A TICKET TO STOCKHOLM.
If you’ve following the money raising journey, you know I’ve been looking up dates in documented history as they correspond to money earned. After waking up a few minutes after midnight, when the campaign offically ended, I did my usual search for the magic in numbers and timelines. Maybe I didn’t make my goal, but I did make a discovery:
The final tally was, $1907. As you might imagine, a TON of things happened in the year 1907. Like, the Diamond Sūtra, the ancient Buddhist text was discovered was discovered tucked inside another sacred text in the bowels of the British Museum. Frida Kahlo was born on July 6. Robert A. Heinlein was born the day after. Delegation for the Adoption of an International Auxiliary Language met in Paris to hash out the details of making Esperanto the official language of EARTH. The RMS Lusitania make its maiden voyage to New York from Liverpool. LOTS of things.
But, I needed something SUPER DUPER major to feel better about not making that goal!
That’s when I saw here, ooh, I saw her!
Astrid. Astrid Lindgren. Swedish author of a book about a little girl named Pippilotta Viktualia Rullgardina Krusmynta Efraimsdotter Långstrump.
You know her as PIPPY LONGSTOCKING.
OKAY? Only the kid I wanted to be when I was 9.
I ran to my Collective Tarot deck and fished out The Fool card. There she was at the end of the deck, little Pippy Longstocking, not quite prepared for the journey, but she ready to go.
My 5AM mind, not quite wound down from clicking that button for my ticket, I flashback on a conversation with my friend, Barb. We were slurping cheese with chips, and drinking a few beers at Marble, when we started talking about travel, and the wild things that can happen, and how to ride that wave of chance. She talked about becoming the “Holy Fool,” when the unknown is imminent.
The unknown is imminent. I am Good Fortune’s Holy Fool.