not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

the river and the hill


this is where i'm from
how could i be any other thing than what i am?

6 comments:

  1. wow. wow again. this is where you live? so perfect and still.

    reminds me of maya angelou...you did the best you knew how to do with what you had at the time (or something to that effect)...

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  2. I live on the west coast of Canada. The ocean is part of me. Anytime I am away from it I seem to lose a part of me. I am looking for something but not sure what it is. Then I remember. I need to be near the ocean.

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  3. you really couldn't
    now could you.
    beautiful.

    ~robert

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  4. What a wonderful place to be.

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  5. ya, i can't imagine being from any other place. it gets inside of you, doesn't it, the geography of home. my geography greatly lacks other people. (i see that just now.)

    aimee, how could we be beyond what we have experienced?

    birdie, i can only imagine. i've seen it. been there twice. and still, i can only imagine.

    robert, i'm so glad you get to see here and understand.

    d.edwards, it most definitely is.

    growing up i had always planned to leave it. and i did. but it never left me.

    xo
    erin

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  6. this is wildness that is restless and ever-reaching and quietly loud and inward and shadow-loving.

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))