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 14, 2011 | Diary
Photos by Tim Girvin 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,...
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
Photo by Tim Girvin 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...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 30, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin My Mother, in her ineffable gathering and gifting, passed along this small piece of glass, worn and earthen, one side, polished and melted, another — like the beached glass of old bottles, white glass, blue and softened hints of pastel...
