by Tim Girvin | Oct 3, 2000 | Writings
thought I could show my 17 year old daughter the littoral actions of Decatur Island by deep night. Decatur is located north of Seattle, about 70 miles, in the San Juan archipelago. We have a house there. We trudged to the silent shore, the tide deep, moving the kayak...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 11, 2000 | Writings
I have been curious about the notion of divination. What does astrology mean, the Tarot, the Runes; what is the nature of this type of forecasting? Is this merely the satisfaction of the archetypal changes we all experience? Or is it something more? Recently, while on...
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....
