“I’d read that. Do you still have it?” he said eagerly when I explained I had started a blog in 2009 to document my urban homestead experiments. “Well, it turned into a journal of my personal search for meaning, and I was uncomfortable sharing that in public. The Internet started to seem really loud and commercialized, and I deleted it all,” I replied.
Weeks later, his crestfallen face lingered in my mind. I’ve traveled far enough along my spiral path that my disparate interests have a coherence and integrity that I couldn’t see then. It is time to share stories of my figurative and literal chthonic journeys in search of the Black Madonna.
and ruminations on the ‘itness of the it’ (as one of my grandmothers called it).