by Steve Tanham
Waking from a deep sleep, Sunday looked up from the leather settee. It was dark; the day had gone. He stood and stretched, glancing across at the Art Deco light he didn’t remember switching on… something on the cabinet was wrong: the tennis racket he didn’t own was too small and labelled ‘Executioner’. Maybe the redhead had been telling the truth, after all? ©Stephen … Read More Inspector Sunday
by Steve Tanham
Part One It is unusual to be able to say definite things in the teaching of spirituality, and yet, with essence, we can… We can say three definite things: that Essence is our life; and that everything that is not essence is reaction and the history of reaction. We can also say, as did the ancient alchemists, that essence is not an idea, not … Read More Principles of Fire (3) essence and origin
by Steve Tanham
A lovely poem from Anita. Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes The August 2018 Blog Battle The prompt word for August is MOON My silver lady hangs safely among the stars, Swimming through the firmament on her 28-day cycle. Shedding her light upon the earth Often she sits in the pale blue sky during the day On dark nights, she brings romance and mystery Often … Read More #BlogBattle: Moon
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on All in a Day's Breath:
My Garden of Earthly Delights by Anne Copeland Life is like a landscape, and it would be a boring life if it were all flat. We can appreciate the flat because we know the hills and the valleys, just as we appreciate hot because we know cold, light because we know dark and happiness because…
by Steve Tanham
➰ Within the sky You formed one day I have you said With dipping horn Not gone away ➰ I willed you go Your old one eye Belligerent Inclined to stay Declined my sigh ➰ Am home, it cried Among and in The shallow mind The narrow gaze The snarling din ➰ Resistant to My magic frown This hungry eye Just widens now And … Read More Old Blue Devil
by Steve Tanham
From Stuart. The Silent Eye * But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers… * A group of local lads were enjoying a drink one evening at the White Horse Inn, Woolstone, when an unknown man wearing old fashioned garb entered and ordered a pint of the local beverage. * He wore a leather … Read More Wayland: The White Horse…
by Steve Tanham
Inspector Sunday examined the room in minute detail. His deadly enemy, Adrian Cheng, might be anywhere. But the sinister arch-criminal and master of disguise was nowhere to be see. “Perhaps a coffee would help?” the tocking of the clock seemed to say. Sunday considered the suggestion, and gave in to its subtle persuasion… “I’ll find you,” Sunday muttered, a few minutes later, sipping … Read More Inspector Sunday
by Steve Tanham
From Stuart. The Silent Eye * The tone of the tale once Britain is reached, becomes very different… * Alighting on Berkshire’s High Downs, Wayland came upon an ancient chambered tomb, and made it his home. * Tradition now has it, that if ever you are riding the Ridgeway, and your horse loses a shoe, you need only tether it nearby, leave a silver-sixpence … Read More Wayland: The Blessed Isles…
by Steve Tanham
From Stuart. The Silent Eye * There are a number of intriguing aspects to the legend of Wayland Smithy… The earliest written sources appear late and are decidedly piecemeal. * Wayland is the son of a God, Giant, or King of the Otherworld. He is schooled in metallurgy by Dwarves, whom, in skill, he quickly surpasses. He lives, hunts, and works alone in a … Read More Wayland: Silver-Smith of Souls…
Sun in Gemini 
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