by Tim Girvin | Aug 2, 2008 | Diary
A tiny snake, gartered — came to my house and chose one thing. To be quiet and cool, in the corner slate, just inside the door next to the wanderer stone. tsg | decatur island
by Tim Girvin | Jul 28, 2008 | Diary
Just as I was leaving, I heard this high p i t c h e d sound, like the tiniest call, with a flutter w h i r r i n g that rustled to a kind of quiet that I almost missed it, that sound just as I was leaving. tsg | decatur...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 20, 2008 | Diary
It’s in my path to find that way to explore that place, where light is regained anew, when I go out there, to find again Photos by Tim Girvin that here, that is just some times forgotten and I reach to recall, call back, that harkening glimmer light, amidst the...
by Tim Girvin | Jun 30, 2008 | Diary
Creating personal rituals, altars and prayers. I do believe in this: making offerings. And in that, making place for that to happen. Making Place. For Offerings. What that might comprise, those offerings, is about the nature of what is offering, and what is prayer....
by Tim Girvin | Jun 29, 2008 | Diary
What sense, am I? I am, what — sense? “Hornkostel cites a tribe that has a separate word for seeing, but employs a common term for hearing, tasting, smelling, and touching.” [A.G. Engstrom, “Philological Quarterly,” XXV, 1946] I wonder...
