by Tim Girvin | Jun 30, 2008 | Diary
Creating personal rituals, altars and prayers. I do believe in this: making offerings. And in that, making place for that to happen. Making Place. For Offerings. What that might comprise, those offerings, is about the nature of what is offering, and what is prayer....
by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2009 | Diary
I reach back, I go back, in recollection. I recall: Notes on a ritual: When I think back, on that day when my father called, to tell me that Matt had been killed – I was standing on the island, looking out in the morning light, to a grouping of stones that stand...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 12, 2005 | Diary
It was a long day of wandering. And I learned quickly that fast befriending Turks, even those that are innocuous in their gestures of friendship, are, in all likelihood, drawing you to their carpet casbahs. Exiting is challenging. So, you simply go. That works. I met...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 4, 2006 | Diary
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...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 7, 2006 | Diary
I keep looking. Been here? This is one of those store concepts that makes sense, to the notions of mass and air and light > extravagances in scale of offerings. It’s big, open and has a sense of humor, but the underlying details are not surprising, per se....
