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 | 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 | 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 | Jan 30, 2007 | Diary
Speech, like smoke, wafts just borne — right, whenthat calling — culled, is true. behind that smoke, found surveil, what lies — perhaps lying beneath; truth be told: twice tales and new coins found, there waterdown like sea anemones forgotten in...
