by Tim Girvin | Sep 16, 2006 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin T H E S C Y T H E O F L O V E The high clouds form a wattled gathering, like fallen mothwings, around a sickle stroke of light, the curve that is known as her; mooncast, she peers at me through the vapors of nightfall. Here in the early hours, a...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 15, 2006 | Diary
What I’ve learned over the last number of months, in taking training in one-on-one fighting. Some key advice: Think about what each of these might mean in your circumstances. —— All fighting is about grace and stamina. Don’t weaken yourself. Be...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 11, 2006 | Diary
I’m not sure why I relate, but I do. Everywhere I see this bird, I think, I reflect, I recall something. And maybe the most seminal is the connection to attention. And curiosity. Attentive curiosity. Wonders Never Cease Meditating, on 5 years ago, today. tsg |...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 10, 2006 | Diary
Isn’t it so that the stormbrings the brightest light?And what joy, there is, insoaring, aloft, in the stormbound.This morning, rain fell and fell, andthe spattering ripplesin the water, the metal’d roof,and mist hung over the water, thelong reaches that...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 14, 2006 | Diary
G R E E N – C A L L E D R A V E N F R O M T H EÂ P A S T O R A L : I D Y L L . . . nemoral, a. Brit. /nm()rl/, /nm()r/, U.S. /nmr()l/,/nmr()l/ [< classical Latin nemorlis belonging to a wood or forest, frequenting woodland < nemor-, nemus wood (cognate...
