by Tim Girvin | Jan 7, 2007 | Diary
In the passage of the year, closing one, opening another, I do ponder the meaning of it. But really, it seems so arbitrary. Who’s to say that there’s a meaning to the passing of days, daze, and the movements of the sun and moon, in finding something anew?...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Where go you, friend? You wander. You wonder. You come to a fork in your path. Which way, then, but to the balance of the measure, your movements. Go forth, find what you seek. All will be found. t
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Expose your self. That goes two ways, does it not? Exposing yourself is reflective; it’s seen from one side, then the other. You see in, then out. And that exposure, I suppose, is really about reaching to others, in sharing — and too, examining and...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 5, 2007 | Diary
How can you not love ravens and crows? Walking in Tokyo, I’ve seen this. Their stride is surely pedestrian, but merely a little smaller in scale, jumpier in character. But their intelligence, well, that’s another…comparison. Warmest | happy...
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...
