by Tim Girvin | Feb 8, 2011 | Diary
Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty. They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a scrap of old paper with a mapping stroke on...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 4, 2011 | Diary
It’s something, love — that’s passionate. Passion, love — the twain of exhilaration and magic, the enchantment of fascination. Spell on you. I contemplate that in the way of people that are magnetically connected to each other. You can see...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 1, 2011 | Diary
Girvin image: a streetside wow, cast iron, the Pike Place Market, Seattle. I was writing a proposal and overview for a client yesterday. And I used the opening: Wow! That was the first word. I contemplated that, an opening — wow! What is that? I was thinking...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 31, 2011 | Diary
Or righting, the heart — well written. A decade ago, when my youngest brother was killed, the idea of working in, working round and walking into the grief was done with writing. That time, every day, the journal working into the impressions of my feeling —...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 29, 2011 | Diary
COURAGE AND THE HEART Thinking about the heart, talking to my mother — we were talking about the idea of courage. There are people that seem to have extraordinary courage in facing the challenges that cloud around them — yet somehow, they go ahead, step by...
