Month: May 2016

Where were we?

And Bernie and I were Cumbria…

Mister Fox in Holmfirth

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Flames light the night and the beat of the drum calls… Guardians await the coming of the Silver Fox… Foxes prowl the night… …and the revellers become aware… and they follow. Music fills the night… Trees blossom with fireflowers… and strange creatures, half seen in the shadows. The Silver Fox lights the torches… Many flock to…

Seeing the sacred

The Silent Eye A recent trip to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford brought us face to face with history, covering many centuries and many cultures. One of the things that struck me was the quantity of objects that were associated with the sacred. It is perfectly understandable that this should be so as those things that are considered to be sacred, or be representative … Read More Seeing the sacred

Announcing The Silent Eye Annual Workshop for 2017

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“In a time before memory…when the land was yet young and Albion unborn, I dreamed the stars of a time yet to be. I dreamed your becoming. …I see you. I called and you have come. The time is now.” Join us as we journey back beyond recorded history to a time known only in dreams…

Leaf and Flame – Laughter on the dance floor

That poignant moment when a year’s worth of effort comes to a graceful end… In the Outer, at least. The Silent Eye Photo by Barbara Walsh The Sunday morning guided meditation took the Companions back to the place where they had begun to seek answers to their own riddles. To begin the day in silent communion with a sense of something vast and sacred … Read More Leaf and Flame – Laughter on the dance floor

Starless night…

Some Leaf and Flame wisdom… The Silent Eye Lady Grene …your neck was saved by a Lady’s garter! Why, Gawain, you really are too much I believe little more than half of all that you have told me and I suspect, as you know only too well, that what is left of the tale is little more than pure fabrication… Foliate Gawain (un-hitching Lady … Read More Starless night…

A Harvest of Earthlings #writephoto

A Harvest of Earthlings In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – The Tower… #writephoto ‘She called to me first!” he whispers into the quiet air as his deftly trained fingers used the most subtle of movements to spin the final sector of the third quadrax lock. Ordinarily, such a noise would mean death, on a stealth mission of this nature, but he knows, … Read More A Harvest of Earthlings #writephoto

Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part)

Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part) Deep within the Hart, the white hands reach for him… And, in the space between the single drop of blood leaving his skin and hitting the dry earth beneath the headsman’s block, the Bright One pulls his unresisting being out of time and changes him. Meeting no resistance and working within a the field of total trust, … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part)

Leaf and Flame – Sharing Life

The Silent Eye The Saturday of any workshop is always busy. No matter how much free time you try and build in, there never is any spare time. The morning began by greeting the dawn and a reading on the hillside of the Tale of the Wondrous Head. Back in the warmth of the Centre, we gathered for a guided meditation designed to help … Read More Leaf and Flame – Sharing Life

Finding Gawain – Act Four

(image: detail from ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’ by Hieronymus Bosch. Wikipedia Creative Commons) Finding Gawain – Act Four Reckoning… Within the forest there is a sense of reckoning. Plucked from Castille Diablo, the man who may once have been Gawain finds himself, again, with wild blood in his veins and standing in the middle of the Clearing of the Ways, facing the West from … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Four

Wordless

Originally posted on The Sound of What Happens:
I have had little to say For I cannot both speak And share these silences Heavy with honesty Hidden heartbeats Leaves uncurling Reaching hands I cannot map change onto an undiscovered landscape Describe time’s tides not yet sailed Or make verses of untold Fragile possibilities Nascent and naked Stretching soft tendrils To touch a turning world…

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three And then… And then, there is the sound of laughter rolling in from the hills…that host the hunt…that gives rise to the baying of the hounds…that draws exhausted, dirty, frozen and stinking Gawain from his muddy deathbed and flings him, like a mannequin on parade, to the gates of the Castille Diablo, and, via a startled but … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three