by Tim Girvin | Oct 27, 2000 | Writings
Last night, considering my present sickly condition after returning from Paris, I thought a moment of “sitting” or meditation might be a good recuperative effort. I lit some candles, burned some incense, turned the lights down low. And sat. And sat. I...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 13, 2000 | Writings
the office this morning. All was silent except for the delicate “tinkling” sound that I heard from afar. It sounded like running water, a persistent drip. Then, moving down the corridor, I realized that it was crickets chirping. Yes, I will proffer, the...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 3, 2000 | Writings
thought I could show my 17 year old daughter the littoral actions of Decatur Island by deep night. Decatur is located north of Seattle, about 70 miles, in the San Juan archipelago. We have a house there. We trudged to the silent shore, the tide deep, moving the kayak...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 11, 2000 | Writings
I have been curious about the notion of divination. What does astrology mean, the Tarot, the Runes; what is the nature of this type of forecasting? Is this merely the satisfaction of the archetypal changes we all experience? Or is it something more? Recently, while on...
by Tim Girvin | Jun 15, 2000 | Writings
I arose this morning in the grey darkness. And to the East, a low and muffled dusting on the Cascades, the Sun still hidden, Skykomish rushing. Mount Rainier is quiet windless, gauzy. Crow cracked a morning reminder. Wake up! Pay attention-through the open window...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 3, 2000 | Writings
When I was in college, I studied, among other things, North Indian tabla drumming. To extend my rhythmic interests, I used to practice darabuka, or North African drumming as an accompanist to a group of belly dancers (as a discrete form from table dancing). This was...
