feminish

There’s a lot I want to write about and I’m struggling as to where to put it. I have such an urge to have multiple identities, and names, and diaries and blogs. But really I think I just want one that I’m happy with.

It’s an important question: how much of myself have I the courage to reconcile with? I’d like to be one streaming coherent whole, from Suffolk mud and Kentwell recreations and an unremarkable parkland private school, to Emmanuel and the fens (via Kathmandu) and then to feminist thought in London, writing websites and making TV. And then to monasteries and a paysan dwelling in Quercy where I listen to bells and contemplate (when I’m not pouring concrete). I’m not sure how it all fits.

So for now, as a temporary measure, I shall call myself Natasha.