by Tim Girvin | Nov 22, 2010 | Diary
As the storm comes in, winter borne, the island house gets colder and colder, sifting the iced winds from the north, roaring over the hills, the forest, back to the southern sea. Fire might be the only way to get warm. While I’m drawing, I put my hands into the...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 30, 2007 | Diary
Bhutan Journal I’m a lover of scent; I’ve explored that for some time; I’ve even got a collection of rare old books on fragrance — and fragrance making. I just like to smell things. Books, pigments, antiquities, art objects, stone, leather,...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 21, 2011 | Diary
Everything changes; everything is on fire. Nothing is the same as it was; everything is the same as it shall be. In the mist of experience, it’s all changing — still standards flow, and patterning emerges. While everything is in flux, everything goes as it...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 14, 2011 | Diary
The scent of dust. The perfume of the journey. The spice of the road. I am sorting through a collection of delicate, sacred books. They come from many places, but like a bundled sanctum, they are all together — near by each other, in the darkness of a room that...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 11, 2011 | Diary
A PLACE OF MEDITATION; AND A MEDITATION ON PLACE: ST. IGNATIUS | SEATTLE UNIVERSITY An urban ark: a place of transport, safety and preservation of tradition and recollection. I’VE TRAVELED the world, exploring spiritual sites (and sights) from the Jokhang temple...
