Month: May 2015

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen

Alexandra arrived to find her coffee waiting on the table; together with an old silver coin. “It’s a half-crown,” I said, in response to her puzzled look. “You may never have seen one, before?” “I have. My grandfather had some; and what am I supposed to do with it?” she asked, in reply. “Why, you spin it, of course!” I was being irritating, but … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen

Dear Wen XXX

And Stuart at his “Who me?” evil best . . .

Stowford’s and office chairs

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I’ve still got two Stowford’s just sat in the fridge, And I know that you’re thinking that that’s sacrilege But I seldom drink alcohol when I’m alone And as Ani’s teetotal, I’m all on my own. I’ll save them, I thought, for a nice sunny day When the garden gets done, or I’ve been out to…

Five minutes

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It is amazing what you can see in the space of a few minutes if you are looking. I’d taken the camera with me this morning. I usually do, of course, but hadn’t for a few days. I was probably being a bit protective of it. There had been a minor accident with a glass of…

The View

Originally posted on Walking with a Smacked Pentax:
Standing on Beamsley moor, the view is of the village of Addingham below and Ilkley moor on the top left. Enjoy! Best viewed large 🙂

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Twelve

Alexandra was calmer and much more introspective when we met the following Monday morning. “So, we’re going to look at things from the unified perspective of what we have called ‘the Wave’?” she said. “Yes,” I replied, taking the new drawing, from my pocket and unfolding it next to the two fresh lattes. “Examine this and tell me what you see . . .” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Twelve

The Warrior in the Headless Mask

In a fundamental shift from the ‘Tanham’ era at the helm of the Silent Eye’s annual workshops in Derbyshire, next year’s event, 22-24 April, 2016 marks a new departure on two fronts: we are taking the now well-practiced enneagram temple format into the Arthurian Mysteries, something that may never have been done before and which may see Mr Gurdjieff’s ghost coming after me for its … Read More The Warrior in the Headless Mask

My Playground

Originally posted on Walking with a Smacked Pentax:
This is one of the solitary paths which winds it’s way over Rombalds moor, looking towards Asquith and Blubberhouses moor in the distance.  I have walked these old moors for 50 years and I still get blown away being up here. Still so much to discover. This is my playground 🙂

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven

The sand was wet under our bare feet. Alexandra insisted on taking my hand and leading me into the shallow waves that lapped at the muddy beach. With her rolled-up suit trousers and my similarly shortened jeans, we must have looked quite a pair. I looked at her and laughed, “You’re doing this because I mentioned waves?” “I’m doing this because whatever you’ve done, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

“Tell me about the ‘wave’?” Alexandra asked, excitedly. “I get the idea of the now, though I think that’s something we all take for granted; but the wave sounds like something to be discovered, something fundamental to existence . . .” I sipped my coffee and looked back into those excited, bright eyes, and considered how to fill her with the sense of joy … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

Between the Heartbeats

Between the heartbeats Between the heartbeats there is A silence that would deafen Should you Be there.                —— Between the heartbeats there is A polarity of coming into Being That lacks only the Eye that sees.                —— Between the heartbeats there is An intent that waits … … For You, … Read More Between the Heartbeats

Eye to Sky

Eye to Sky From daffodil which fades and bends Through old stone walls and moss Between the furrowed opened soil And green restored from months of loss Till sky pulls eye to distant peak Where arc of fading snow Bisects on high the world of eye from world of I, below. ©Copyright Steve Tanham, 2015

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