by Tim Girvin | Mar 2, 2009 | Diary
The beginning, forming the nest. I’ve written about creating an installation — actually, many installations and placements — over time. Dawn Clark (http://dacarc.wordpress.com/) and I built a nest — woven of sticks that we found on the beach....
by Tim Girvin | Feb 24, 2009 | Diary
I’ve been out walking; and listening; and looking skyward — up through the trees, into the clear blue sky. And what happened there were three ravens, flying at once, over the top of me. And when the Raven flies, I always stop, quiet in my step, because...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 8, 2009 | Diary
This morning, it’s profoundly quiet. Off, some miles from here, I can hear the distant rumbling of a freighter, its deep engines humming; and even now, that is fading. Otherwise, there is the soft murmur of the lightest rippling, a sussurant touch of water...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 6, 2009 | Diary
In that exploration, that movement to see, I ponder what I’ve seen, what I’ve missed, what I’ve scene, what I’ve mist. In my experience — it’s that moment of attention — what might be sensed in the light, the energy of the...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2009 | Diary
I reach back, I go back, in recollection. I recall: Notes on a ritual: When I think back, on that day when my father called, to tell me that Matt had been killed – I was standing on the island, looking out in the morning light, to a grouping of stones that stand...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 4, 2009 | Diary
9. every journey is yet anouther spiral, in the spin of living, yet this whorl keeps turning and we stride inside the whirl of this ever outer arc, that turns in, turns out, unfolding a reel of beauty that is the real explication: that string which is the circle,...
