by Tim Girvin | Sep 24, 2007 | Diary
I’m looking for paths. The turning — Every thing turns and spins in its order. What, that? I’ve been out, looking at the stars, pondering the turning. Listening to the water, waves like a river, riffling. It’s turning, that tide, a worldly...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 23, 2007 | Diary
Taking flight : NYC — Bye Bye! Happy Sunday ! —- T —- the Day: Autumnal Autumnal. Of all adjectives associated with seasons, this is the only one that has a literary ring to it – perhaps because autumn is our only season word that comes from...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 9, 2007 | Diary
LOOKING : FOR LIGHT —- Aren’t we all looking for light, looking into the light? Seems that way. I look in the light and I look into the dark. I live in both of those presences. That which illuminates, that which darkens. What I’m about, what...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 9, 2007 | Diary
flying to eastern washington | storm emergent stormfinder — out there when you are storm comes wind bound rain cast force driven I go there see that love that into the heart of storm unknown swirling whirl, into the soul of the whorl I go there will be there, in...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 5, 2007 | Diary
Stone, found. I was working with the Reynvaan family on a project for their vineyards, and I’d been walking the ancient stone scattered grounds of their viticultural lands, with them. This land is powerful; this land is their land; this land is at the very heart...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 1, 2007 | Diary
Missed. There’s a missing, in mist. But the beauty lies in what’s not seen, scene, known. What I look for, is what’s not there. But what is there, but not seen. There’s something beneath. All ways. That’s what I look for. Where sky meets...
