The meowing bird

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom,
characters we have climbed into as if trees,
fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.
I believe in such cartography--to be marked by nature,
not just to label ourselves on a map like the
names of rich men and women on buildings.
We are communal histories, communal books.
We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.
-Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

meganmcisaac: luz & ben (y la bamba.)portland, oregon.october 2010. another photograph from almost exactly one year ago… i’ve been digging through my archives since i can’t afford any more film right now (not until we finish the rv and i sell my car…) the days are floating by especially fast, with only a month until we hope hit the road. i feel stagnant, mostly because i havent been treating my body very well. i need to spend some time focusing on aligning my heart and my head. life is feeling very quick and chaotic and i don’t think things will rest easy any time soon… alas, i must keep truckin’.

meganmcisaac:

luz & ben (y la bamba.)
portland, oregon.
october 2010.

another photograph from almost exactly one year ago…
i’ve been digging through my archives since i can’t afford any more film right now (not until we finish the rv and i sell my car…) the days are floating by especially fast, with only a month until we hope hit the road. i feel stagnant, mostly because i havent been treating my body very well. i need to spend some time focusing on aligning my heart and my head. life is feeling very quick and chaotic and i don’t think things will rest easy any time soon… alas, i must keep truckin’.