by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Part Five of The Unseen Sea The square in the town is bathed in the kind of mellow light that you get only at the end of summer. Jessica is playing, walking toe to heel, following the lines on the old stone, flags, which were rescued and restored from an historic water mill by the local authority as part of its … Read More The Unseen Sea – 5: Now you see me…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye It is early when I wander through to the kitchen… the world is silent except for the little grunting noises Ani makes as I cuddle her good morning. I don’t speak dog fluently, but I have a feeling these short, low grunts are an expression of affection; you only ever hear them during cuddles and that is how we start our … Read More Hug someone
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length–and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.”― Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge Recently a name has kept on cropping up that takes me back several … Read More A path of the heart
by Steve Tanham
Treat yourself to a little smile… The Silent Eye As soon as you start to mention the whole mind over matter thing, scepticism immediately cuts in like an automatic safety mechanism to keep you on the right side of reality and sanity. Vague visions of objects floating across a room by the use of telekinetic powers are accompanied by the eerie strains of 70s … Read More Fooling ourselves…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye To the small creatures that call the tree home, we are no more than a temporary addition to their landscape. Spiders and beetles wander over our legs or drop from our hair as we rest with our backs to the trunk, feeling the sleepy life of the tree through our spines. Our world is in the darkness and we are grateful … Read More Shadows
by Steve Tanham
Old Man of Fontcalvy — The monk, long served, arises Bathed, through shutter’s lid In single beam of golden light The last such kiss he will receive An echo of that given, late, By parting Father Abbot True friend of forty years Beneath the blocks That now shield ageing flesh From withering sun’s ordeal. — Alone, at last, the old man of Fontcalvy Surveys … Read More Old Man of Fontcalvy
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stepping Stones:
Nice lads. (Found at Matt Fradd) Well. I’ve been trying to write the same post since April 2015, and it might (just) be about to be writ… or not… so a little preamble might be in order. I was at work. The phone rang. It was the wife. She immediately went on a rambling explanation about two clean-cut young…
by Steve Tanham
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock… Pierre-Paul Riquet was having a bad night, as he tossed and turned… Louis XIV was his patron, although he doubted even the Sun King’s sponsorship would alleviate his growing debts – debts that had now risen to a level he knew he would never be able to repay. It was all down to an obsession, no, the obsession – to connect the waters … Read More French Postcards 11: knock, knock…
by Steve Tanham
Bézier is a beautiful city. It was established five hundred years before the Christian Era and thrives today. It is located in an fascinating region: that of Languedoc-Rousillon, the border Départment between the Mediterranean side of southern France and Spain. Many view this part of France to have been kept economically disadvantaged for a long time, following the internal persecutions of the Albegenisan period. … Read More French Postcards 10
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