Good morning. I've been here for several days. And the time is so rich, so contemplatively powerful, it's difficult to gather it all. I'd like to write more about some of the individual meditations: time will tell. One thing that shines, in exploring these spaces, this place, is about conceptions of Light. The design of it, the meaning of it. And believing in the Light -- whatever you might call it. I've gone to the mosques during prayer because of the Light, the actual luminous character of...

inexorable \in-EK-sur-uh-bul; in-EKS-ruh-bul\, adjective: Not to be persuaded or moved by entreaty or prayer; firm; determined; unyielding; unchangeable; inflexible; relentless. Inexorable comes from Latin inexorabilis, from in-, "not" + exorabilis, "able to be entreated, placable," from exorare, "to entreat successfully, to prevail upon," from ex-, intensive prefix + orare, "to speak; to argue; to pray." I'd met this dog, last night -- and I'd hoped to be introduced to his smaller dog, made...

  THE DEEP BLUE all night, rain ran and fore, afternoon storm, kept coming so dark, at 2.oo pm the sun was gone, neath the roiling sky and this morning, it never came, except for the deep blue... light was out there, but only shown, in the deep blue, seen. never forgotten. ever. 4.44am / 11.12.06

The work is never done -- and who hopes that it is? The work, the care and practice of it, is the spirit of the evocation of the living -- our living, our working. Can they not be aligned - an integration? A passion? Work: the passion, the pain, the pleasure. . . Entwined, threads in living... wishingwell+ tsg | d e c a t u r i s l a n d

SLICE CURL PEEL MELT. Thought you might enjoy this, the detailing of Thomas Heatherwick's work on Longchamp, Soho, Manhattan. Maybe you've seen it, already. I was down town working, Soho, took a break, and went there: shot. Frankly, I'm actually not sure that the merchandise is worth it; it's simply not that great. More bags. And my proverbial question is -- what is the story here; and who cares about it? But the detailing of the space is fascinating. I like Heatherwick's sense of adventure....

Happy Monday. Be sure to wash, then retune. Before you work. Happy Monday! tsg

Photos by Tim Girvin

The line I think that we visualize a line, passing through space because we place it there. Line scribes a line, threading between what is seen and experienced what is known and unknown, but the real question is this a knotted line of imagining, this seeing that we do, or is it no thing -- just a figment of what we'd like to envision, staking our feet in the ground, eyes following where we Photos by Tim Girvin would like to go. Tim Girvin DIA | Beacon |...

I've been looking at, collecting X. Why, you might ask. It's one of those things that you uncover from your memory -- something past and misted. But there. The X is an ancient symbol -- so old, its origin is forgotten. But what is it? It is the crossing; it is the crossroads, it is the place in which paths merge, lines connect, mysteries emanate. I can recall being in Bali, and there was a ceremony at the crossroads -- for them, it's a path of collision and danger; the leyak roost there,...

There's been wild and raging storms, surging up the coast -- gale winds, ripping rains. Then, silence. I look out over the waters, and it's still as ever, so quiet, it's like there's nothing there. Beyond the sighting cairn, the triangular arrangement of stones, that seems to survive storm after storm, wind running after...   This morning, Kingfisher, spies...