by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2007 | Diary
stormringer …. Out — storm rings close. I savor the storm. As my life thrives in finding that calm. At the center — chaos swirls round — sit watch wait for what passes. Be cause. Live true. Show freely. That face — found dark; earn light....
by Tim Girvin | Dec 22, 2007 | Diary
winddrift stormbound I sense you in the mist. the long night seen out, only so far, white. out, where the air culls sea scent, found. and known, that calling spun from the gust and foamed curl of every wave. cast, sings your name in the darkness of the blackwhite...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 15, 2007 | Diary
I went striding. Alone. In the chill amidst the challenges of that, this current life, living, they are there glaring, dark. It is, all ways, good to hold your self; and remember that you are alive amidst the beauty of things that emerge, in presence. That you can...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 28, 2007 | Diary
Lines of thought: sight lines 11.28 | NYC ….. What about lines? I’ve been thinking about them. And they’re everywhere. Obviously. But what I’m curious about is the patterning of the line — and what lies in the heart of the line....
by Tim Girvin | Nov 17, 2007 | Diary
Yes, that is a star in the branches. —- to your notes on Gratitude. —- Getting up, starting that day, this day, thinking about that — what more to be thank full for? What more, to be given to me — that richness of things — that does that,...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 4, 2007 | Diary
Indian Journal How beauty, full — the people. i ask you: really, what could be better than watching — and photographing, the people? There’s nothing more fascinating for me — than the people. And in India, and surely in Bhutan, there’s...
