by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2006 | Diary
the nature of rest Respite. I’d done that, this weekend. A time of deep respite. It was the first time, in a long time, that I’d rested — without having some need to work. I did work, but I worked on art made, gifts created. Simple things: drawn on...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being Open. Agya Sofia | Upper chambered north hall | Istanbul | 2005 Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. Open. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being open. Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a history. Perhaps, in the range of timing, it’s thousands of years...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
Nightwalk Winter storm brings another sentiment, walking wandering, in the darkest passing of the season; and in walking alone, I found myself, cast into the winds of the northbound rage, coming forth, running up the hills, swirling in that high rhythm, trees humming...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
True two. For me, in my experience, it’s that – being a gemini is about being one, in two. There is the one side, there is the other. But isn’t this the character of living, the one, the two — and the smoke of the space in between? You are one,...
