My name is Rachelle Whiting. I live below the Wasatch Mountains in Utah where the Great Salt Lake lies to the North and a trove of copper lies to the West. I began College in Castle Valley near the plateaus of the San Rafael. I later graduated with honors with a BA in English and Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. I’m currently working towards my MSW from the University of Montana with a social justice emphasis. I’m an introvert who craves community yet finds solace in the natural world (your typical INFP). My writing genres of choice include eco-feminism, magical realism and historical fiction. My sense of home has always been the West. I relish writing all the above amidst the prolific cosmos, changing seasons, wild spaces, and among my most precious ones.
Why the Obstinate Fig?
So, why the Obstinate Fig? There’s something symbolic about unyielding fruit that grows best in sweltering conditions making them quenchable and enticing. Figs have a rich history that may go back as far as 5,000 B.C. The Romans consumed them. They are fortuitous symbols of abundance in dreams of paradise, capable of reviving the weary with hope and vitality. Ancient texts revered them. Abigail baked them in cakes and carried them across the desert for peace. They were cursed.
Why not the fig? Some historians believe that figs were the first domesticated crop. This is my first domestic blog. This blog represents my inner quest for what may be the elusive unobtainable, or paradise sought. This may be a wellness blog. This may be a travel or lifestyle blog. This blog may encompass the writer’s journey. This blog will ambiguously grow into whatever it needs to be, but it does have an origin, and for some reason it is rooted in the fig. So here is hoping for prosperity, peace, satiety, and revival! Our journey begins!
The Obstinate Fig 