by Tim Girvin | Jun 15, 2000 | Writings
I arose this morning in the grey darkness. And to the East, a low and muffled dusting on the Cascades, the Sun still hidden, Skykomish rushing. Mount Rainier is quiet windless, gauzy. Crow cracked a morning reminder. Wake up! Pay attention-through the open window...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 3, 2000 | Writings
When I was in college, I studied, among other things, North Indian tabla drumming. To extend my rhythmic interests, I used to practice darabuka, or North African drumming as an accompanist to a group of belly dancers (as a discrete form from table dancing). This was...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 22, 2000 | Writings
I had something to write about and rather than waiting till tomorrow, in the early morning, I thought that I could gesture to the experience. Now. It’s been a long day. Seeming like it’s Thursday, but only Tuesday. Came in early, maybe about 5am....
by Tim Girvin | Feb 24, 2000 | Writings
This afternoon I drove up to Mukilteo, took the ferry across to Whidbey Island, and at 3.00 had tea with the Zen Master Roshi Harada Shodo. I had been introduced to him at a master lesson and exhibition of his zenga, or Zen based calligraphic treatments at his zendo,...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 26, 1999 | Writings
This past Wednesday, I had an opportunity to travel south to Albuquerque, New Mexico to make a presentation to the Communication Artists of New Mexico. According to Maggie McNab, current President of the organization, this was a sell out crowd with 70+ signed...
