by Tim Girvin | Dec 30, 2010 | Diary
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 colorations (and in hidden...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 28, 2010 | Diary
I was talking about love, charting ideas, exploring concepts at a client meeting; this was today — the notion of being connected, let’s say for now, spiritually, in a powerful and compelling way – that way of “in” being “in”...
