by Tim Girvin | Sep 12, 2002 | Writings
I had been talking with someone — a potential client — about the notion of fear, finding fear. Seeking that space of fearfulness and risk. He said that some of the ideas I offered scared him. He liked that. It took him away from his place of comfort. It is...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 9, 2002 | Writings
If I can look to anything, with the challenges whirling about — I offer this: simply be present (and in that, you are the present — to Daniel) and to your-Self. The stuff that goes on, goes on — and you are there t( h e r e) with it. But being there,...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 4, 2002 | Writings
July 4th, 2002. I’ve been working on some domestic, moving projects. I live in an old school building, up above Seattle, on Queen Anne Hill; the structure was created in the early 20th century; it’s been converted to condominiums, each classroom — a...
by Tim Girvin | Jun 10, 2002 | Writings
I’ve returned to Paris, leaving early in the morning from Montpellier, after a little weekend break. But, I’ve been jotting down some of the short time I had away, it was a good adventure. After getting in to the hotel, late — on Friday. I went in...
by Tim Girvin | May 28, 2002 | Writings
I was watching a little bird, caught in the gusts and grasping of the storm, the calling from the heart of chaos. And I felt for the little bird, scurrying — trying to find its way away…from the grasping and twisting of the storm. But, the storming was...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 15, 2002 | Writings
Yesterday, Sunday — at the soft breaking of greydawn, merging out over the bay, the waters shuffling the mottled stormlight, there was a great wind (coming southwest), blistering over the grasses, stones and trees below, on Decatur Island, where I live —...
