by Tim Girvin | Jul 14, 2011 | Diary
The scent of dust. The perfume of the journey. The spice of the road. I am sorting through a collection of delicate, sacred books. They come from many places, but like a bundled sanctum, they are all together — near by each other, in the darkness of a room that...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 13, 2011 | Diary
GOING BACK, I realize those that inspire me, those that have taught me all — brought me into their fold. In where I am, I make real what I learned from them. Being here, now — I am what I am. Listening to the filtration of time, the strata of learning...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 12, 2011 | Diary
WHAT FIRE COMES IN A HOSE? Watching fire, I see a channel, it’s a breathing entity — while there is wind, the fire inhales and there is a kind of beautiful translation. I can’t take my eyes off of the smolder, the coals, the roaring Anything that has...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 11, 2011 | Diary
A PLACE OF MEDITATION; AND A MEDITATION ON PLACE: ST. IGNATIUS | SEATTLE UNIVERSITY An urban ark: a place of transport, safety and preservation of tradition and recollection. I’VE TRAVELED the world, exploring spiritual sites (and sights) from the Jokhang temple...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 8, 2011 | Diary
The big question always comes as the off hand remark, that if you’re listening to the sentence, the clause, the note — it appears, right there. The big ask is the simplest. It is the foundation of question — the why, the where, the who. What? And...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 5, 2011 | Diary
HOLDING THE HEART OF STONE There’s a character to the nature of stone that crosses the barriers of touch and the sensitive condition. I hold it, the gravity of its ancientness. As you begin — you touch it — what is the nature of that holding; the...
