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 | Feb 28, 2011 | Diary
THE LEGENDS OF THE LIGHT FINDER I was holding light, an illumination that reminded me of a salamander of the luminous, curling like an embryo — light lizard. This, on a full-mooned night, the radiance spilling down and lighting the stones like glistening...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 8, 2008 | Diary
There are 8 stories. 8 ideas. And 8 ways of thinking about things. 8|8|8 1. On this door. There was a door, that was a door to somewhere else. In merely seeing the door, it was a vision to another place — I knew that it went somewhere. I tried to get in. Any...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 11, 2009 | Diary
Getting to the soul of things. What is a thing? I’ve wondered about that. A thing. thing O.E. þing “meeting, assembly,” later “entity, being, matter” (subject of deliberation in an assembly), also “act, deed, event, material...
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...
