THE OPENING DREAM

Photo by Tim Girvin While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing — like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through. I can only dream that today will reveal something...

THE TUNNEL

Photo by Tim Girvin DARK, THEN LIGHT. AGAIN. I’m going from dark, to light — then back again. I’m walking into the dark time; then back to the light time. But any path, light, and dark — that is the Beauty way. You wind, and turn, enter and...

SPIRE, INSPIRED

Photo by Tim Girvin Walking the desert, north of the Apache lands, Arizona Out in the scrabble, the high light of the desert highlands — the cactus plains, I thought about the ancient ways, the long walk. These journeys — seeing the Navajo, out in the...

THE SWIRLING PATH

Photo by Tim Girvin WITH THE TRACERY OF FINGER STROKE I’m drawing on light, the smooth sheen of glass — pouring the blackest, aged India Ink, some decades old — a collection of bottles from the past. And that spreads a pool of raven spatters, swirled...

THE LIGHT BEHIND THE EYES

Photo by Tim Girvin SEEING YOU, MOONLIT I think of you, with the light behind your eyes, the luminous gaze of meaning — that which lies beneath, that which comes from within. I think of you, the being that you are, builder and maker of dreams, worker in the...

FREE

Photo by Tim Girvin I contemplate the idea of free. I’d written a piece on that — working with Chris Anderson (Wired), the notion of free as an enticement to relationship development. I designed the cover to that issue: Free! Be free and show freely to...