Category: Love

Sweet Soup and Pot Dogs

I usually do serious posts on this Thursday slot. They are generally aimed at the Silent Eye audience, so involve mystical perspectives on some of life’s challenges. But sometimes one’s own life drops a ‘corridor’ over you, from which there is no escape, and you have to take a withdrawn and usually humorous view of events… or go completely insane. She passed me the … Read More Sweet Soup and Pot Dogs

#WantonWhimsy: The end of time…

The man was speaking: “Let’s meet back here at the end of time… That’s what you said…” It had seemed a fantasy; a delight; a thing that would never happen. Impossibly long ago, but meant – clear and sincere. Yet, here they were, with separate lives behind them, trudging on old legs across the wet sand. “I’m amazed you remembered the date… you seldom … Read More #WantonWhimsy: The end of time…

Wanton Whimsy: 5TAG

You can see the moment they get it… When their tone changes: “Must be just for show; the whole thing – car, suitcase left casually on the luggage rack…” “What makes you think that?” the woman asks. “Just look at the number plate!” The man adds, cocky…but sensing fragility. It’s usually one of the women who sees it first. “It’s not STAG, Ken, it’s … Read More Wanton Whimsy: 5TAG

Books of Green and Gold

Captured now in golden lightDay’s writing ending with a blazeA tale of green turned brown then goldAs fading Sun shapes dark to holdThese chapters in the nightThese precious children of the days. Enduring Queen of night enfoldsYet only feels, where light revealsWhat softer muse will hold till morningAnd reaching to awaken thisDelivers from her mouth the blissOf summer Sun’s new dawning. ©Stephen Tanham 2021 … Read More Books of Green and Gold

First the loss, then the joy

Unbearable, this song of lightThat ends the day before soft nightA gradient of blue to goldA harmony, exquisite foldsWill live its life in seconds toldContent to live and die, this domeThis perfect bowl of evening’s home Retains no anguish in the faceOf life as change and death as wroughtBy turning Earth in solar thoughtSo should I rise past ego’s fearEmbracing every moment’s splendourContent with … Read More First the loss, then the joy

From No-where

From no-thing do you come?Not did, for did is burnedBut do, as in a breath Drawn in and then returnedFrom no-where do you come?Not where, for whereWould fix the placeFrom which you show your laughing faceFrom no-when do you come?For when would break the flowInto before and after glowAnd birth begin a taleThat only times my watch of youNot whence, but hence…The life unfoldsAnd … Read More From No-where

Fear and Love in the High Peak (2) – “I want a posset!”

The first visit of the Silent Eye ‘Rites of Passage: Seeing Beyond Fear’ weekend was to the Derbyshire village of Eyam (pronounced Eem) – The Plague Village. Our family has a personal connection with Eyam and the terrible events of 1665-6, when bubonic plague, newly arrived in Derbyshire from London, took the lives of 260 of its occupants: over seven-tenths of its population. No-one … Read More Fear and Love in the High Peak (2) – “I want a posset!”

Fear and Love in the High Peak – part one

It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of the Silent Eye’s Tideswell-based workshop: Sue and Stuart’s creation; and a wonderful experience for the group of souls who braved the provocative title for the weekend… Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond Fear …and decided … Read More Fear and Love in the High Peak – part one

#ShortWrytz – Who Knew?

Who knew… How softly your paws would pad to the door, just before I enter. How your hazel eyes would gaze and melt with joy when the new day dawns. How your sleeping yelps would replay the joys of the day. How you would, one day, sit in front of a blown-open door for an hour, guarding the house until we returned to find … Read More #ShortWrytz – Who Knew?

Vexed by the Tribe (part two) – the fabrication of complexity

We’re visiting relatives. It’s friendly. We have a light meal and some cake to follow. But then someone mentions Brexit and a cold frost descends on the room… My wife and I bite our tongues, knowing our hosts are firm believers that Britain’s post-colonial destiny lies in a renewed ‘Little England’ reborn from some poster of decades ago. Until my wife’s uncle says, “Besides, … Read More Vexed by the Tribe (part two) – the fabrication of complexity

Vexed by the Tribe (part one)

I am vexed… It’s a word you don’t hear much, now. Old English, I believe. It describes an agitated state of mind – and possibly body – when something nagging can’t be solved. What I’m vexed about is the entrenchment of nationalistic opinion across the world, in the face of much more important issues – like the world’s climate problems and the undermining of … Read More Vexed by the Tribe (part one)

Primal screen

Somewhere in the frontal cortex of our brains there’s a very special junction – a place where we learned to do something truly different with our minds… Let’s call it the Primal Screen… Our spines can be considered the highway of our historical evolution: the inherited paths of form and energy that developed from single cells in oceans, through fish, lizards and apes. At … Read More Primal screen

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