by Tim Girvin | Jan 7, 2007 | Diary
In the passage of the year, closing one, opening another, I do ponder the meaning of it. But really, it seems so arbitrary. Who’s to say that there’s a meaning to the passing of days, daze, and the movements of the sun and moon, in finding something anew?...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Where go you, friend? You wander. You wonder. You come to a fork in your path. Which way, then, but to the balance of the measure, your movements. Go forth, find what you seek. All will be found. t
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Expose your self. That goes two ways, does it not? Exposing yourself is reflective; it’s seen from one side, then the other. You see in, then out. And that exposure, I suppose, is really about reaching to others, in sharing — and too, examining and...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 5, 2007 | Diary
How can you not love ravens and crows? Walking in Tokyo, I’ve seen this. Their stride is surely pedestrian, but merely a little smaller in scale, jumpier in character. But their intelligence, well, that’s another…comparison. Warmest | happy...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 28, 2006 | Diary
I’ve had this stick for a long time. It’s been sitting in the studio. Then I moved it from there, bound the cross stroke with red bookbinding thread. And my meditation is this. Every path leads to the center of the heart. And outbound, from...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being Open. Agya Sofia | Upper chambered north hall | Istanbul | 2005 Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. Open. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a...
