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By Tim Girvin at 5:13 am on Monday, November 22, 2010
As the storm comes in, winter borne, the island house gets colder and colder, sifting the iced winds from the north, roaring over the hills, the forest, back to the southern sea. Fire might be the only way to get … Continue reading →
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Tagged fire, smoke, warmth
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By Tim Girvin at 10:42 am on Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Bhutan Journal I’m a lover of scent; I’ve explored that for some time; I’ve even got a collection of rare old books on fragrance — and fragrance making. I just like to smell things. Books, pigments, antiquities, art objects, stone, … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 7:30 am on Friday, October 21, 2011
Everything changes; everything is on fire. Nothing is the same as it was; everything is the same as it shall be. In the mist of experience, it’s all changing — still standards flow, and patterning emerges. While everything is in … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 3:40 am on Thursday, July 14, 2011
The scent of dust. The perfume of the journey. The spice of the road. I am sorting through a collection of delicate, sacred books. They come from many places, but like a bundled sanctum, they are all together — near … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 3:44 am on Monday, July 11, 2011
A PLACE OF MEDITATION; AND A MEDITATION ON PLACE: ST. IGNATIUS | SEATTLE UNIVERSITY An urban ark: a place of transport, safety and preservation of tradition and recollection. I’VE TRAVELED the world, exploring spiritual sites (and sights) from the Jokhang … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 6:43 am on Monday, February 28, 2011
THE LEGENDS OF THE LIGHT FINDER I was holding light, an illumination that reminded me of a salamander of the luminous, curling like an embryo — light lizard. This, on a full-mooned night, the radiance spilling down and lighting the … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 5:35 am on Monday, January 24, 2011
In Portland, last night, I could see the glimmer of the moon, fullish — hidden in the mists of the late sky; there were no stars to be seen — except straight up, in the darkest part of the arc … Continue reading →
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Tagged moon, sky cartography
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By Tim Girvin at 5:57 am on Wednesday, January 19, 2011
To the wood, the physical practice of chopping wood is the distinction from the hard, and blood scenting brace of cold iron — the blade of the ax — to the splitting wet of the wood that is new, and … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 3:45 am on Saturday, April 11, 2009
Getting to the soul of things. What is a thing? I’ve wondered about that. A thing. thing O.E. þing “meeting, assembly,” later “entity, being, matter” (subject of deliberation in an assembly), also “act, deed, event, material object, body, being,” from … Continue reading →
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Tagged fire, mystery, ritual, soul
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By Tim Girvin at 4:07 am on Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I reach back, I go back, in recollection. I recall: Notes on a ritual: When I think back, on that day when my father called, to tell me that Matt had been killed – I was standing on the island, … Continue reading →
