Month: April 2020

The Old One and the Gatekeeper

The Old One crested the rise in the road and turned to look back at the land he had loved. If all went to plan, it would be the last time he saw his home. The breeze that should have been summer-warm was cold and frigid, yet carried the warm stink of corruption. He could no longer breathe its air. He had to leave; … Read More The Old One and the Gatekeeper

Shaman, viral… collective unconscious

The last time it happened, I was in Mexico, in the Mayan temple of Chichen Itza. After a long coach journey, and a beautiful swim in cold but crystal clear cenote, we had arrived at the fabled temple complex; and were lucky enough to have one the best guides I have ever encountered. He was of the native people and described – with great … Read More Shaman, viral… collective unconscious

#FurryFives : Incoming!

Tess: I just love these lazy afternoons, Misti, don’t you? Misti: zzzzz. Tess: Whassat? Misti: Food? Tess: Nope.. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2020

It’s okay that it’s not okay

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Shards of glass flew everywhere, surrounding my bare feet and covering the work surface with sparkling motes. The sun through the window lit the tiny fragments with incongruous rainbows. My hand, abused by a heavy day in my son’s garden, had refused to grip the slick surface. It was nothing much, a simple accident that would normally have…

Marking the Horizon

Our garden is south-facing, which is lovely when the sun shines, as we benefit from its rays through most of the day. I’ve begun to write about the history of our ‘gunpowder’ village of Sedgwick in other posts. The old (drained) canal bed that runs through our garden has been a challenge to incorporate into a coherent design, but, a decade on, we seem … Read More Marking the Horizon

Complex Harmonic Motion

Sphere or disc, it matters little What your complex words cry Into the wind – the only thing that separates us Not distance, not when:  Your smallest sigh, Your first breathed sound, The movement, even, of your lips, Stirs my heart to action ⦿ And, pumping blood,  In ancient ways you could not grasp I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw … Read More Complex Harmonic Motion

#FurryFives : UFO

Misti: Wasssat! Misti: Tess! It’s a wasp! Tess (sleepy): It’s a bee, Misti… Misti: You don’t know everything, you know! Misti (looks at camera): And neither do you! ©Stephen Tanham 2020

The Joyous Photograph

From a photographic perspective, we live in a wonderful age. Even the most humble of today’s mobile phones boasts a decent camera. Used within their limitations, we can achieve an amazing record of our days – even locally to our homes – with the use of a few simple techniques. My wife and I, plus our cat and dog, are lucky to live in … Read More The Joyous Photograph

Circles around Sedgwick (2 – recovered) – a canal of our own

Continued from Part One… (Note: republished from my Mac laptop as the latest version of WP on the iPhone 11 Pro has crashed itself, repeatedly, and appears to have taken the original post with it… I’ve had to recreate this from a (mercifully) still open window that allowed a cut and past of the whole thing… Apologies to those whose links arrived at nothing!) We … Read More Circles around Sedgwick (2 – recovered) – a canal of our own

The Sacrificed King

Easter is symbolically the time of the celebration of the death and resurrection of Christ. This thread of story and principle runs through our civilisation very deeply; and Easter Sunday is the most important day in the Christian calendar. Jesus (the) Christ did not proclaim himself king, despite being labelled ‘King of the Jews’ – quite the opposite. He said he came ‘from the … Read More The Sacrificed King

Line across the Moon

Our neighbour and I were speaking, quietly, looking through the spring buds at the rising of the full moon last night. “I’ll be glad when this is over,” he mused. I nodded my agreement, but privately held other thoughts… What exactly is ‘this’ I wondered? Have we really thought through what we are all going through? Many things have come to a ‘harvest’ over … Read More Line across the Moon

Light on Black

I will not tread upon your words Whose worth is in these hills and lakes Where golden flowers charmed the breeze That carried you to greatness ➰ But armed with eyes of fingered glass Which sense and frame intensity I reach into the now of gold To capture black’s propensity ➰ To frame in light what lies beyond And host a soul that only … Read More Light on Black

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