by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “At what point should we expect the contact with the universe to become deep and personal?” The red-haired man in the corner had asked the question. He always sat in the corner of the talks and always asked a stupid question. I could feel my lips curl… As a field officer in this particular mystical organisation, I had the notional responsibility … Read More Deep and Personal
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion: What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us, An’ ev’n devotion! Robert Burns: To a Louse “That’s my grandma!” proclaimed my three-year old granddaughter, pointing at the Wicked Witch…
by Steve Tanham
What silver magic rises here Amidst the Winter mists and gloom When, darkly frosted, shines the bark Announcing light that drives the gloom Where sleeping tree meets secret moon ⦿ But do you have the eyes of child? And ears curled round our faery song What is not there, yet plainly seen? Or are you bound to look around Believing what has never … Read More Silver Tree meets Secret Moon
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye An old friend, now sadly departed, but formative in my younger days, used to say that there were two ways to deal with ‘seeds’: one was to bury them so that they could be forgotten; the other was to plant them so that they would catch the ‘tide of happenings’. He often spoke of the ‘seeds of intent’ and how powerful … Read More The Seeds of Intent
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Lost in sleep, all warm and cosy, Wishing morning to perdition, Dreaming deeply, all unconscious, Snuggled down in prime position… Wake abruptly, bedclothes flying, Primal instinct, fear obeying, Stand a moment, get my bearings, Seek the source of awful baying… There, beside the garden window Stands a vision, evil-seeming Black as night with heckles raising Growling…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye After dinner in a cosy inn, warmed by good food and roaring fires, we set off for the final adventure of the day. Officially, the visit was not part of the planned weekend, but something we wanted to share with our companions. We had been granted permission by the landowners to visit the great stone circle of Arbor Low after dark. … Read More Riddles of the night: Beneath a starless sky
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye I have always thought that, from a mystical perspective, we are lucky to have winters. This may seem a strange sentiment, but I have my reasons. If we believe that we are a part of what is all around us, then the seasons assume great importance. In reality each season merges slowly into the next, but our ancient forebears gave us … Read More Into the Dark Earth
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Cratcliffe Tor is a rocky crag, prized these days by rock climbers, and a treacherous twin of Robin Hood’s Stride. It was once the site of an ancient settlement and vestiges of prehistoric earthen ramparts remain. Cross the Portway, and a gentle slope leads to an intriguing jumble of stones, bracken and trees. It takes some imagination to make any … Read More Riddles of the Night: Guardians of the Way II
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