Monthly Archives: September 2006
By Tim Girvin at 7:50 am on Saturday, September 30, 2006
In looking at the stars, last night, this early morning, I was thinking about the flow of the trees, up into the character of the heavenbound — and how they flowed there, went up there, branches supporting the stars like … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 1:14 am on Friday, September 29, 2006
The Ringed Veil This curled finger of light, reaches down touching, blessing the watered channel;what’s sky, mist, water, merged. Crossing in the silence this curved arc appeared taking me over to the other side, near but never here. Far, but … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 11:35 pm on Wednesday, September 27, 2006
All things bright and beautiful I wonder if this crow feels beautiful — adorned as he is, banded in silver, white, red, blue? There is surely an added confidence in his stride, looking and bounding about. And he doesn’t seem … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 3:24 am on Wednesday, September 20, 2006
In Louisville, for a meeting I’d never been there. The city has an older character, this — polished over, in a newer veneer, still belied, 100 years. The art, renews, messages resonate, details flourish. I’ve seen things: these. —- Tim … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 1:33 pm on Saturday, September 16, 2006
T H E S C Y T H E O F L O V E The high clouds form a wattled gathering, like fallen mothwings, around a sickle stroke of light, the curve that is known as her; mooncast, she … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 1:35 pm on Friday, September 15, 2006
What I’ve learned over the last number of months, in taking training in one-on-one fighting. Some key advice: Think about what each of these might mean in your circumstances. —— All fighting is about grace and stamina. Don’t weaken yourself. … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 2:17 pm on Monday, September 11, 2006
I’m not sure why I relate, but I do. Everywhere I see this bird, I think, I reflect, I recall something. And maybe the most seminal is the connection to attention. And curiosity. Attentive curiosity. Wonders Never Cease Meditating, on … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 5:32 am on Sunday, September 10, 2006
Isn’t it so that the storm brings the brightest light? And what joy, there is, in soaring, aloft, in the stormbound. This morning, rain fell and fell, and the spattering ripples in the water, the metal’d roof, and mist hung … Continue reading →