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 | Apr 21, 2011 | Diary
I’M STANDING; BUILDING. AND THINKING. I’m standing before a building — it’s uptown, off Central Park; it’s not a beautiful day, and I’m heading to a meeting. I’m late — in the striding fury of trying to put too many...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 14, 2011 | Diary
WRITING ABOUT LOVE TODAY’S the day. But I’m less concerned about that, and better — the perpetuity of it. KEEP THAT GOING. The love thing: petal, heart, butterflies: sharing — friending and the finding of it; what could be, and what you could...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 29, 2011 | Diary
COURAGE AND THE HEART Thinking about the heart, talking to my mother — we were talking about the idea of courage. There are people that seem to have extraordinary courage in facing the challenges that cloud around them — yet somehow, they go ahead, step by...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 21, 2011 | Diary
As I walk the abandoned farm land of pressed grains, weeds and rushes, since there is a chill – I can hear the needles of cedar, pine, crackling like ice. And there, in the field, is a piece of rusted iron, found in the sea, but now resting in the scumbled soil,...
