Month: September 2018

Forthcoming events with The Silent Eye…

Some of the Silent Eye’s forthcoming weekends… The Silent Eye Full Circle?  – Finding the way home…Penrith, CumbriaFriday 7th – Sunday 9th December, 2018 Home. It is an evocative word. The images it conjures are different for each of us, yet few other words touch heart and mind in quite the same way. Birth and death, laughter and love, longing, fear and aspiration… the … Read More Forthcoming events with The Silent Eye…

The Stone and the Pilgrim (1)

Late Friday afternoon, 14th September. A group of travellers arrive in Bamburgh, Northumberland. Their intention is to invoke a landscape. The meeting place is one of the hotels in the village of Bamburgh, but the first destination is that liminal place: the beach – and what a beautiful place it is… The beach here sits between two worlds, yet is part of both. The … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (1)

Inspector Sunday

Inspector Sunday watched as the angel fell to Earth, directly over him, its form becoming a cloud of vapour hissing around him. He turned, seeing tiny, glittering eyes everywhere. “Mow,” said the eyes. “Are you here to help me,” whispered Sunday. “Mow,” said the cat, regrouping. ©Stephen Tanham

Principles of Fire (6): A Tribe of Two

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi Jalaluddin Rumi was a 12th century Sufi mystic, whose approach to the ‘real’ was remarkably modern. This should not surprise us. Anything spiritually true will have that immediate and familiar ring about it – the sense of a homecoming, … Read More Principles of Fire (6): A Tribe of Two

Black and White…

A depth of past from Stuart…

A Thousand Miles of History XXXX: Seeking sanity…

From Sue:

An Orcadian Diary (5): The Broch of Gurness

I was struggling with the height of the walls – 10 metres. I am distinctly medium in height; my two sons tower over me, at six foot, three inches each. But ten metres is a long way into anybody’s domestic sky; and yet that’s how tall the central stone tower of the Broch of Gurness was. The small cheeseboard (above) bought in Kirkwall, the … Read More An Orcadian Diary (5): The Broch of Gurness

Inspector Sunday

The cat’s sudden appearance had startled Sunday. It took him a few moments to adjust; then he realised that the creature had been looking out of the window and not at him. Sunday followed the feline gaze and found that a huge angel had broken loose from a high cloud and was expanding as it fell to Earth… “Mow ” said the cat, suddenly … Read More Inspector Sunday

Principles of Fire (5): A Tribe of One

They who set out to discover the twin meanings of the word ‘self’ must walk a certain path. The route to the deeper, real self lies only in the journey through the everyday self. Without this study – and its consequent effects – there can be no personal transformation. We have to learn to look at ourselves with intensity if we are to begin … Read More Principles of Fire (5): A Tribe of One

Noir Nights…

From Stuart

A Thousand Miles of History XXXV: A lake of legends…

Sue and Stuart’s journey through mystical Cornwall continues

Blood Red Berry

⦿ This berry ball, September’s song Hangs boldly from the tree nearby Unseen, till now, its blood-red tone Displays the inner harvest of the sun And radiance of the soft, enduring sky ⦿ Its fragile fullness tells a tale Within this sphere new life responds With readiness to live, then die Red body hangs in space, an offered meal For bird who with the … Read More Blood Red Berry