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S A N C T A S A N C T O R U M

By Tim Girvin at 6:41 am on Friday, August 19, 2011

sanctum \SANK-tum\, noun; Alone, this morning, I was thinking about the quietude of the place that I am, the place that I am being in — and I considered — I held, that idea of place and magic. That place … Continue reading →

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WHAT IS OUT, WHAT IS IN

By Tim Girvin at 12:34 am on Friday, August 12, 2011

THE PORTALS TO SEEING SOME ONE WAS TALKING TO ME ABOUT WINDOWS. Actually, I was looking at old windows and wondering about what’s been seen between the seer and the sight beyond. These were old windows — that were removed … Continue reading →

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THE SITE AND THE SIGHTING

By Tim Girvin at 5:28 am on Thursday, May 12, 2011

THE OLD WAY OF LOOKING Some journeys take you to vistas that bring you to another visioning of the idea of place — how to site, for sight. The fortress, the seabound light turret, the castle might, the ocean wall, … Continue reading →

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THE DREAMER AND THE WHOLE

By Tim Girvin at 4:59 am on Sunday, May 8, 2011

WANDERING IN THE DREAM could be   dream for you There is invention, liberty, the floating ideal — the wandering that frees the mind and the physical, to drifting in the mist of mind and memory to new composites of experience. … Continue reading →

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Think, Don’t Even…

By Tim Girvin at 4:13 am on Saturday, May 7, 2011

I was thinking… No I wasn’t. When I contemplate the idea of thinking, I wonder — what’s the point? What I wonder about is the link between the state of dreaming, and the state of thinking. Isn’t the examination of … Continue reading →

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THE LADDER OF THE EARTH

By Tim Girvin at 4:32 am on Tuesday, April 26, 2011

WALKING LONG, THIS PATH When I look out to the horizon, I can see that there is a ladder, it’s the sequence of step, on step, on step: wrung rung — but while it’s flat on the earth, I’m dreaming … Continue reading →

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THE OPENING DREAM

By Tim Girvin at 4:06 am on Monday, April 25, 2011

While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing — like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through. I can only dream that today … Continue reading →

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