Good morning. Here's a procession: For the last 15 years, or more, I've been watching the evolution of this artist, designer and sculptor, Anish Kapoor. He was, however, born one year after me, so he's been around. You probably know about him. Maybe not. But working on the east coast, I had the chance to run down to Rock Center at night, to look at this latest installation. And, in a way, his work -- it's always about perfection: skewed. That is, something perfect that, in some aspect of its...

In looking at the stars, last night, this early morning, I was thinking about the flow of the trees, up into the character of the heavenbound -- and how they flowed there, went up there, branches supporting the stars like myriad lanterns. But the flow there, rising up, the rhythm -- these, to the others is such reference, to the idea that I'm seeking. Being in the fluent instant, that ideasand inspirations come likerain, beauty rebound. And everything moves in some seen cycle, pleasure known,...

The Ringed Veil Photo by Tim Girvin This curled finger of light, reaches down touching, blessing the watered channel;what's sky, mist, water, merged. Crossing in the silence this curved arc appeared taking me over to the other side, near but never here. Photo by Tim Girvin Far, but never there -- but where goes anyone, but into the mist, nothing known. Who goes there?

Photo by Tim Girvin All things bright and beautiful   I wonder if this crow feels beautiful -- adorned as he is, banded in silver, white, red, blue? There is surely an added confidence in his stride, looking and bounding about. And he doesn't seem to mind my closer admiration, as I study his jewelry, ringed about the bracelets, talons, curled and glimmering, that flash: that corvid savoring. Beauty known.   TSG | Pike Place Market

Photos by Tim Girvin In Louisville, for a meeting I'd never been there. The city has an older character, this -- polished over, in a newer veneer, still belied, 100 years. The art, renews, messages resonate, details flourish. I've seen things: these. ---- Tim Girvin Louisville, KY

Photo by Tim Girvin T H E S C Y T H E O F L O V E The high clouds form a wattled gathering, like fallen mothwings, around a sickle stroke of light, the curve that is known as her; mooncast, she peers at me through the vapors of nightfall. Here in the early hours, a long running before the dawning, she reminds me of my lover. The curves of her lumen inhere the stroke of the lovesick, that time -- like her magnetism for all waters, drawn tides, reflecting the love lost, minded, now by distance....

What I've learned over the last number of months, in taking training in one-on-one fighting. Some key advice: Think about what each of these might mean in your circumstances. ------ All fighting is about grace and stamina. Don't weaken yourself. Be light on your feet, ready for blows. Expect contact. Your strength will be in being present. In response: Stand firm, on your ground. Steer clear of trouble, be ready to void blows. Just because there's a blow coming, doesn't mean you have to take...

I'm not sure why I relate, but I do. Everywhere I see this bird, I think, I reflect, I recall something. And maybe the most seminal is the connection to attention. And curiosity. Attentive curiosity. Wonders Never Cease Meditating, on 5 years ago, today. tsg | seattle

Isn't it so that the stormbrings the brightest light?And what joy, there is, insoaring, aloft, in the stormbound.This morning, rain fell and fell, andthe spattering ripplesin the water, the metal'd roof,and mist hung over the water, thelong reaches that there aredown there, the distant running.And even in these silences,there is supreme beauty,and joy -- in that finding.Some work, should allways be followed byplay. But, perhaps,never in that order.Loving you ---

G R E E N - C A L L E D R A V E N F R O M T H E  P A S T O R A L : I D Y L L . . . nemoral, a. Brit. /nm()rl/, /nm()r/, U.S. /nmr()l/,/nmr()l/ [< classical Latin nemorlis belonging to a wood or forest, frequenting woodland < nemor-, nemus wood (cognate with ancient Greek wood, Gaulish nemeton holy place (prob. orig. holy grove), Old Irish nemed holy place) + -lis -AL1. Cf. Middle French, French némoral (1564).] in the woods of Manhattan... have a great day... tsg |...