by Tim Girvin | Dec 28, 2006 | Diary
I’ve had this stick for a long time. It’s been sitting in the studio. Then I moved it from there, bound the cross stroke with red bookbinding thread. And my meditation is this. Every path leads to the center of the heart. And outbound, from...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being Open. Agya Sofia | Upper chambered north hall | Istanbul | 2005 Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. Open. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being open. Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a history. Perhaps, in the range of timing, it’s thousands of years...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
Nightwalk Winter storm brings another sentiment, walking wandering, in the darkest passing of the season; and in walking alone, I found myself, cast into the winds of the northbound rage, coming forth, running up the hills, swirling in that high rhythm, trees humming...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
True two. For me, in my experience, it’s that – being a gemini is about being one, in two. There is the one side, there is the other. But isn’t this the character of living, the one, the two — and the smoke of the space in between? You are one,...
