Month: April 2019

Gilgamesh descending (1)

Julius Caesar, speaking after winning an important battle in Asia Minor, is quoted as saying ‘I came, I saw, I conquered…’ The same cannot be said for Gilgamesh the King – one of Julius Caesar’s mighty empire-building forebears, who ruled the land of Sumer from the city of Uruk in the southernmost region of Mesopotamia. The story of King Gilgamesh may or may not … Read More Gilgamesh descending (1)

“The best day, ever” in Eden

They were watching me from the side of a steep bank that frames the inner edge of a huge surface of concrete which will soon be Eden North, replicating – but with differences – the internationally famous Eden Project in Cornwall. The space used to be Bubbles swimming pool and, before that, was the renowned Super Swimming Stadium, the centre of so many children’s … Read More “The best day, ever” in Eden

Stagshaw Garden

Stagshaw Garden is a sloping woodland garden of approximately eight acres. It is located on a steep slope named Skelghyll Fell on the north-eastern shores of Windermere, England’s largest lake. The area around Windermere is considered the centre of the Lake District. The word ‘Lakeland’ has become a normal way of referring, locally, to the Lake District. Most of the Lake District is protected … Read More Stagshaw Garden

An Alchemical Moment ~ Jordis Fasheh

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Jordis Fasheh, a friend and Companion of the School, tells how she found the Silent Eye at a pivotal point in her personal journey. At the moment when the Silent Eye officially came into being, Jordis was the first to step forward and join us… Jordis as Nephthys, Land of the Exiles, 2014 How it came to be…

#FurryFives – Easter

Sammy: She didn’t need to flounce off like that! Tess: She’ll be back when she smells the lunch cooking. Sammy: She lived with us, once, you know. She didn’t flounce off when we rescued her from the streets of Bolton! Oh, no – scoffed all my food then! Tess: Ingrate… Sammy: Sniff. ©Stephen Tanham

The Ship

This morning, I will drive to the family home town of Bolton, in Lancashire to collect my mother who is coming to spend Easter with us here in Cumbria. The journey is straightforward: fifteen minutes will take me from the outskirts of Kendal to the M6 motorway, southbound. After that, at least conceptually, it’s a straight line to the intersection with the M61, which … Read More The Ship

The wounded heart of Paris

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Notre Dame de Paris.The three images of the Cathedral are photographs of postcards in my Parisian diaries. The white dome of the Sacré-Cœur, floating like some fairy tale castle against the blackness was my very first glimpse of Paris. It was a school trip, we were no more than children… and I fell in love with…

Angel of the Nought #writephoto

I am not The Angel of the North. I am not the cross on which. The teacher of the power of love died. I am the way that divides. The awakened from the sleeping. I am old, but younger. Than you…. ➰ © Stephen Tanham In response to Sue Vincent’s challenge: https://scvincent.com/2019/04/11/thursday-photo-prompt-decisions-writephoto/

Pen of the oyster-catcher

Portmahomack, a fishing village on the north shore of one of the fingers of land that jut out into the North Sea, thirty or so miles north of Inverness. There is something perfect about it. Somewhere close, our collie dog, Tess, is barking, playing with the waves. I follow the waterline, ensuring that only the thick soles of my boots get wet. It is … Read More Pen of the oyster-catcher

#FurryFives – Cure for Crows

I hate crows, Tess, don’t you? – They’re harmless… just make a lot of noise That’s the point, craw, craw, bloody craw… from dawn till dusk – What are you doing now? Your little head’s going into another dimension! Shaking their noise out of my ears. © Stephen Tanham

Growing up with a book…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Jessica Bakkers, after reading Mae Clair’s post at Story Empire, posted about five books that had, as she put it, made her, ‘her’. There is no way on this earth that I could pick just five books… not unless it was five per decade…  Or five for every facet of life… There were always books. Hundreds…

The light between the railway carriages

The light between the railway carriages… It was one of the best analogies I ever had given to me; yet it took me years to grasp its fullness. Like any true seed of ‘spiritual’ insight, it was strong enough to lie on the rock till a little pocket of earth developed beneath – a receptive place into which it could extend its roots. We … Read More The light between the railway carriages

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