by Tim Girvin | Aug 3, 2008 | Diary
The quiet now is so profound that the only thing making noise are the two raccoons that, walking like humans, have come to visit me, coming up the steps to my studio checking on my progress. tsg | decatur island...
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 that here, that is just some times forgotten and I reach to recall, call back, that harkening glimmer light, amidst the scintillant flicker...
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....
