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Category: Places and Prose

May 23, 2019 + #Silenti, Ancient Landscapes, Consciousness, esoteric psychology, Higher Mind, Mindfulness, Mystery Schools, nature, Photography, Places and Prose, Silent Eye School, Stream of Consciousness

The Bedouin

by Steve Tanham

It is said we learn most from those we would wish to emulate. Not copy, perhaps, but take from them an essence of thought, of action. If we are younger, of style, even… There must have been a thousand people in the room. The university hall was full. When he stood up to speak, his movements were relaxed. His body language gentle, open. What … Read More The Bedouin

April 25, 2019 + #Silenti, Collie dogs, Consciousness, Mindfulness, Places and Prose, Silent Eye School, Spirituality, Stream of Consciousness

“The best day, ever” in Eden

by Steve Tanham

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

April 16, 2019 + #Silenti, Highlands of Scotland, Mindfulness, Mystery Play, Mystery Schools, Places and Prose, Scotland, Silent Eye School, Silent Eye Workshops, Spirituality, Stream of Consciousness, Travel, Travel and Photography, Writing

Pen of the oyster-catcher

by Steve Tanham

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

April 9, 2019 + Memories, Places and Prose

And heaven was a breakfast…

by Steve Tanham

And heaven was a breakfast… A tiny Salford cafe on the corner of the busy road where we turned for the final leg to work. Half an mile away but a full hour to get there… Within Paul’s Cafe was Paul; eclectic, gregarious. A man who had walked away from the edge of Salford’s gang culture and made great food, instead. A friend who … Read More And heaven was a breakfast…