Month: June 2020

Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (4) – Push and Twist

I didn’t set out to have three drills… The posh one, a nice DIY model from DeWALT, was bought because both the batteries for my previous drill failed at the same time, after lying idle in their case for nearly a year… My fault. So, with lockdown looming, we dashed out to Wickes in Morecambe and got a new one. Portable drills have come … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (4) – Push and Twist

#FurryFives : yoga

Tess: Misti, quick, look, I’ve mastered the headstand! Misti: But… Tess: And I can stretch out my arms, my neck is sooo strong with this yoga. Misti: But, you’re lying flat on the patio! Tess: I’m only copying Dad’s book! ©Stephen Tanham, 2020.

Hollow Clown

He carried the box over to the old table and set it down. Despite its size, it was heavy. He reached for the Stanley knife and slit the old tape that held it together, then prized open the dusty lid, revealing the contents. Immediately, he knew what it was: his old trophy box. He couldn’t believe it was still here? Surely he had thrown … Read More Hollow Clown

Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (3) – Two Peters…

(Continued from Part two) Everything was quiet… Several hours after I began swinging the sledgehammer, there was finally peace from the destruction. I pulled up a wooden box and sat on it, wiping the congealed sweat from my forehead onto my arm. The Lucky Bag ‘number square’ idea from the last post seems to have caught the imagination, so I’ve updated it, below, to … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (3) – Two Peters…

#writephoto : Sore

“One, Two, Three….Eight” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Sidney, everyone’s got to take a turn at the back!” Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto challenge ’Soar’… with apologies!

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Summer Solstice 2020

They placed a test within the breast Of humans, who go round and round To gaze on fullness, once, and then Descend, with scent and sigh From gold on face to black And back… ➰ So little held, this joy of June’s Delight and softest night with dawn A moment’s slumber distant Long grass between the fingers Petals’ kiss, a fleeting bliss A setting … Read More Summer Solstice 2020

Sowing seeds

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
“The spiritual journey is simple, beautiful and full of Love,” read the meme. Perfectly true, but taken out of context it doesn’t actually tell you all that much, does it? Not really. Like so many of the quotes out there on the internet, usually displayed against the background of a sunset, dove or some other visual symbol of…

Staying Dead

Following my exploration of the I Ching in the recent series of posts (list below), I’ve begun to examine its guidance from the perspective of what I know to be true after a lifetime’s immersion in the mystical arts. One of the authors I have come to trust is Brian Browne Walker. Brian is the author of several contemporary translations of the I Ching, … Read More Staying Dead

Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (2) – ‘If I had a hammer..’

“If I had a hammer…” The words rang out in my head. Peter, Paul and Mary giving it their all with one of the most memorable protest songs of the 1960’s. Now, I did have a hammer – a rather big one – and I was striding up the garden path towards an unsuspecting ‘Saltpetre’ with a hefty degree of intent… Bernie’s words rang … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (2) – ‘If I had a hammer..’

#ShortWrytz : Lucky

Sometimes, you just get lucky… You’re standing there with a camera that will actually reach into the shot that you’ve just seen. You know that the moment will last less than a second, so you don’t even breathe, you just press. Sometimes, you get lucky. A second later, the glorious white flicker is gone… but left behind is the ghost it allowed you to … Read More #ShortWrytz : Lucky

Secret #writephoto : Wounded Angel

She’d never rescued an angel, before. Never seen one. Never drunk that dark red wine that she would never drink again…at the village dance she wasn’t supposed to go to. But she had seen it! Had stared, soaked to the skin in the freezing summer storm; gazing up at dark clouds as the bright angel fought for its life against the attack of the … Read More Secret #writephoto : Wounded Angel

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The Mysterious Self

One of the most wonderful elements of being Human is the sense of self; yet there is great confusion as to what the ‘self’ really is… even whether it exists at all. Something harvests the experiences of each day yet declares itself separate from them. This accumulation is deemed to be a living entity – the ‘me’ – resplendent with a memory of having … Read More The Mysterious Self

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