by Steve Tanham
As we approach the Summer Solstice, a few pictures from last weekend’s Silent Eye weekend in Avebury. These ancient and grand stones mark the entrance to the West Kennet long barrow. At a suitably private moment we experimented with chanting and found the resonant note for this beautiful place … Quite a sensation when a Neolithic barrow starts singing back at you …
by Steve Tanham
He never thought that on his last Solstice run He would be chosen Never dreamed that leagues could fall behind Leaving the others, younger mostly, In the dust of his tracks, farther, now, than his hearing. Ahead, the great rock soars up, black and massive Its winding path, dark strip in the pre-dawn light His feet, belonging to something else, Thunder like heartbeats along … Read More The Morning of the Eye of God
by Steve Tanham
The She Sentinel A small festival, where pilgrims, unknown to themselves, climb me Clutching children, adorned with picnics, They play And round my ragged peak, they stand and point their heads For the length of a heartbeat And wonder . . . But it was not always thus Over many years he changed my face Wrought outer magic on my … Read More The She Sentinel
Sun in Gemini 
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