WHEN YOU GO BACK,
TO A PLACE OF QUIET, IN THAT
We start and stop,
we ignite and fire up, we become the flame
of our intention and focus.
Some, to journey, fire to flame
and to flare out.
Ideas that I found in my college years,
my teenaged days, my childhood, reveal
themselves in a crimson gordian knot —
they bind me to a journey, that takes me from
the disentanglement of their openings, and the joy of that beginning, to continuing
that line of threading, to this instant.
KNOTS TO BE MADE:
A BOWLINE, A CLOVE HITCH
A SQUARE KNOT, A LASHING.
I could tie them.
TIM | OSAKA, JAPAN
G I R V I N | THE MAGIC RED THREAD OF DISCOVERY
CREATING STRATEGIES, PRODUCTS,
IDEAS FOR CHANGE.