by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2006 | Diary
I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.
by Tim Girvin | Jan 15, 2006 | Diary
I’ve got this grouping of stones that I’ve arranged near my house, and the point of them is to remind me of different things. It’s a gathering place. A contemplative apex. One, my brother Matt, who passed at the beginning of this millennium. Two, in...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 14, 2006 | Diary
This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 12, 2006 | Diary
the lonely window… the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me — wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it was, I shot this from my office, in NYC...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 1, 2006 | Diary
There were a number of madrona that reached out, over the house on the island — and given the winds, we cut out the riskier encroachments. Seeing all the sheared limbs, we thought to make some offering arrangement of their passing, from one life to another. And...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2005 | Diary
It is the day before Christmas. I acknowledge the nature of the season… I’m on the island again, merely for a day — a whole day. I suppose that I’ve been up, wandering, since about 3.30am; it’s been blowing, howling — in advance of...
