by Tim Girvin | May 28, 2005 | Writings
in memory, finding again those images, that open the heart, and holding these close, embraced in watch fullness. Standing clear, in sighting those threadings that suture our seeing, again and again: miracles alight. For those, focused — in attention and...
by Tim Girvin | May 23, 2005 | Writings
I had an experience yesterday, which I’d like to share. I went walking with Gabrielle, my daughter, along with her dog. This dog, which is really rather adorable, does have all the character of a working animal; it’s got extraordinary strength —...
by Tim Girvin | May 7, 2005 | Writings
I like the strong sensation…and here it is, in the weaving of winds, this early morning, the stinging spattering of rain, in the darkness. There is a clapping — and it’s water slapping the waterbound logs, below. Madrona leaves shuffle like paper,...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 23, 2005 | Writings
At: fall of night, as all silences emerge, windless, there is still stirring. Moon beckons, a trail to her as the water shimmers not only with her fragile splinterings, but a fishing constellation sparkles, another rippling, flickering her reaching strokes like...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 14, 2005 | Writings
Right now, there is merely a sprinkling of rain, that I can hear H E R E. And sense, as it falls on my shoulders. T H E R E: a wild turkey calls others — and chattering: as birds begin morning song in acknowledging the openings to light, in the e m e r g e n c e...
