by Tim Girvin | Dec 30, 2010 | Diary
My Mother, in her ineffable gathering and gifting, passed along this small piece of glass, worn and earthen, one side, polished and melted, another — like the beached glass of old bottles, white glass, blue and softened hints of pastel colorations (and in hidden...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 29, 2010 | Diary
Some time back, I’d gathered a grouping of enormous leaves — maple leaves, from hight into a mixed and old forest group, pushing into the inward channel side of the Olympic Mountains range — from there, leaves fell — forming a crisp yellow...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 28, 2010 | Diary
I was talking about love, charting ideas, exploring concepts at a client meeting; this was today — the notion of being connected, let’s say for now, spiritually, in a powerful and compelling way – that way of “in” being “in”...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 26, 2010 | Diary
THE STORM KING I was thinking about the storm, that’s been screeching up the canyon, winding through the forest channels, and up the long range of the south, coming up Brigantine Bay, running over the top of South Lopez Island. It was a long night – of...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2010 | Diary
Today has been a day of meditation — while there’s been good, to the examination of outcomes, it’s been a sad day as well. I think about passage – those that have been before. Brother — Matt L. Girvin. Former wife –Kathleen A....
by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2010 | Diary
Out there, in the place that one might least expect it, there’s a spinning silver of the bladed windmill. Some of them reach to storing power — and have been, for decades before the large whirling windmills that array on farms, the landed plains, mountain...
