“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.