by Tim Girvin | Aug 19, 2011 | Diary
sanctum \SANK-tum\, noun; Alone, this morning, I was thinking about the quietude of the place that I am, the place that I am being in — and I considered — I held, that idea of place and magic. That place of retreat — and respite. Long back, being in...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 15, 2011 | Diary
EXPLORING FEMININE LEADERSHIP The power of the feminine principal I’ve been working with three (new) clients, all women, whose names shall be held in reserve, for now — but it’s interesting to contemplate the character of the feminine, when it comes...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 12, 2011 | Diary
THE PORTALS TO SEEING SOME ONE WAS TALKING TO ME ABOUT WINDOWS. Actually, I was looking at old windows and wondering about what’s been seen between the seer and the sight beyond. These were old windows — that were removed from houses. They were being sold...
by Tim Girvin | May 24, 2011 | Diary
I’M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE. Love signs, and signs of love. There are signs of love — it’s that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating — that “relating” is this, the carrying of a story that becomes heat,...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 8, 2011 | Diary
Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty. They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a scrap of old paper with a mapping stroke on...
