In Faith. Isn't it about the rippling, that reaches out From that one pebble, leaf -- or a casting of sand? Patterned in a rhythm, the watch full, Seer. Sprinkling like a constellation of circled echos That is the time of your searching: listening and Looking for those places of resonance, that Sound of calling that only some can hear: and know. You stand there, culling the little fires The voices, the rings of the human chains: those connected Communing communities communicate -- And they...

I've been painting red crows on stones. The I see the inverse. Now I've got my bearings right...

I've left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I'm gone.

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not - more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At me, doing -- to her little mind, some thing. With candles, my scent, light the breeze. I could hear her breathing. And she was scenting Me. And the flickering and candle sputter. And, in this re-minding, I thought Of Matt. And of course,...

Photo by Tim Girvin the lonely window... the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me -- wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it was, I shot this from my office, in NYC - late in closing one night...prepping for another day...

There were a number of madrona that reached out, over the house on the island -- and given the winds, we cut out the riskier encroachments. Seeing all the sheared limbs, we thought to make some offering arrangement of their passing, from one life to another. And this ritual expression, on the lower bluff, was to capture that spirit. And to stride into the new year. We found one large rock, that probably weighed upwards of 600 pounds. Beautiful, pyramidal and nicely variegated -- with lifting,...

It is the day before Christmas. I acknowledge the nature of the season... I'm on the island again, merely for a day -- a whole day. I suppose that I've been up, wandering, since about 3.30am; it's been blowing, howling -- in advance of celebrations I suppose -- like a banshee, but lovely...to my reckoning. Candles are wafting their light, flickering in the occasional breeze, which comes in from somewhere, forced, perhaps, in the galeforce. I've stood out there. And felt the stinging rage of...

on the herald of the full moon, sun arising, star glimmering, crisp iced cold... Photo by Tim Girvin

In meditating on the practice, the work that I do, it's about The inspiration of the Ten Keys. 1. Acknowledge the spirit, the force in all things. 2. Watch and embrace the flow of energy -- the ch'i. 3. Every gathering of people, in audience, business or community, is about flow and energy. 4. In speaking with them, you must sense them first. 5. In offering something, there must be resonance: the vibrations must be clear and reflected. 6. In telling the story of the proposition -- the...

of course, there are many things in this city that I cannot, and shall not, explore. I'm really staying on the western side of the Bosporus, as well. I visited more places, in the driving rain, wandering in the glooming darkness. Topkapi Sarayi, in the wintry dark; the Blue Mosque, more Han -- the burrowing rabbitways of warehouses and bazaars, the Roman cisterns...pillars standing below ground in the theatrically illuminated undercarriage of the city. While I've got maps, I still find that...