Monthly Archives: November 2005
By Tim Girvin at 4:48 am on Saturday, November 19, 2005
In meditating on the practice, the work that I do, it’s about The inspiration of the Ten Keys. 1. Acknowledge the spirit, the force in all things. 2. Watch and embrace the flow of energy — the ch’i. 3. Every … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 4:48 am on Tuesday, November 15, 2005
of course, there are many things in this city that I cannot, and shall not, explore. I’m really staying on the western side of the Bosporus, as well. I visited more places, in the driving rain, wandering in the glooming … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 4:48 am on Monday, November 14, 2005
weather worsening — but of course, it’s really like Seattle. Seattle in winter. Driving rains, driving winds – and chilled. I feel like I’m barely prepared for such inclemency, to clothing. But I’m used to it. I’ve wandered in to … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 4:48 am on Sunday, November 13, 2005
I did go back to Sofa and selected, with care, some calligraphies. These are more like the wabi sabi objects that I love, from Japan. Or from that matter, anywhere. These rusted and weathered articles speak to me of people, … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 4:48 am on Saturday, November 12, 2005
It was a long day of wandering. And I learned quickly that fast befriending Turks, even those that are innocuous in their gestures of friendship, are, in all likelihood, drawing you to their carpet casbahs. Exiting is challenging. So, you … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 8:41 pm on Thursday, November 10, 2005
Greetings and good morning. And it’s far in the morning there, mid day, here. I’m in Istanbul, having just arrived. I’m staying at the Four Seasons here — which, really, is the first time I’ve done this, ever — staying … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 12:24 pm on Thursday, November 10, 2005
In arising this morning, the mist settled out over Central park; and the haze was illumed by the street lights, which glowed from beneath the trees like luminous cocoons enwrapped in silken scrim. Beauty emerged, in advance of the reckoning … Continue reading →