by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2006 | Diary
the nature of rest Respite. I’d done that, this weekend. A time of deep respite. It was the first time, in a long time, that I’d rested — without having some need to work. I did work, but I worked on art made, gifts created. Simple things: drawn on...
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...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2006 | Diary
Being open. Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a history. Perhaps, in the range of timing, it’s thousands of years...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
Nightwalk Winter storm brings another sentiment, walking wandering, in the darkest passing of the season; and in walking alone, I found myself, cast into the winds of the northbound rage, coming forth, running up the hills, swirling in that high rhythm, trees humming...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2006 | Diary
True two. For me, in my experience, it’s that – being a gemini is about being one, in two. There is the one side, there is the other. But isn’t this the character of living, the one, the two — and the smoke of the space in between? You are one,...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 15, 2006 | Diary
Hi and good morning… We couldn’t fly out on last night’s flight due to the storm in Seattle. The airport was, to our insightful analysis, quaking in the storm. The pilot told us he didn’t think the situation was improving…but worsening...
