The Y

Y? I ponder the way, the crossroads turning — I’m going one way, then another; as I walk that road, I come to the letter, the way — and it’s telling me there’s a juncture there; it might be hat I go this one way, then another > and...

THE SYMBOLISM OF THE GATES: PORTALS OF TRANSITION

While the wind storms, the days are darkening, there’s a crossing between the sensing of light – and the paths of darkness. I walk, I move, to the light side from the dark, and from the light, back into the darkness — carrying that light, even the...

THE LONG WALK BACK

THE LONG WALK BACK I was thinking about the ancient way of the forest, back — 800 years ago, when the seedlings were new; and the roads, that made their way there, they simply can’t survive — much as they try, they slowly disappear. The roots ruffle...

BEING LOST

Picture by Dawn (of, and treated by, Tim Girvin) BEING LOST ………………….. WORKING + BEING IN A CERTAIN PLACE There’s one thing, to the idea of working in other places in the world — learning to be there: work there,...

a sphere of light

A sphere of light Photo by Tim Girvin The most extraordinary mist crept in, unfurling clouds and glowing rolls of fog, that spun and turned in, one on another, until you couldn’t see anywhere. The patterning, only molecules of water, tints of grey, and the...