by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Well, assuming that my poorly car actually escapes at some point today from the mechanics who are holding her captive, and nothing else decides to go wrong, screw up, fall sick or explode… including me… I’ll be heading north shortly for the Silent Eye’s autumn event. It is always touch and go getting to Scotland. The…
by Steve Tanham
I hope I hide it well…but that can be a dangerous and naive presumption. I’m at my best when convergent; and yet the divergent part is essential to the inclusiveness of the creative process. I’m rambling on in a manner that is plainly self-indulgent, so let me explain… It’s what I’ve come to think of as the ‘duff desktop’ that I’m musing about. The … Read More Vertical disintegration
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Mrs Howe. How on earth I remember that after so many decades, I do not know… but that was the name of my headmistress on my very first day at school. I can still ‘see’ her in memory… can see her in assembly, holding up the vases she collected for the school… could still describe her…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It is dark as we walk down the lane, the small dog and I, yet a bird is singing, opening the gates of dawn with a joyful song, heralding the day without yet knowing what it will bring. For now it sings alone, a brave voice in the darkness, but soon others will join with it.…
by Steve Tanham
Never look back! It’s an adage that makes a lot of sense. It also characterises a certain stage of mystical development – a point at which the aspirant comes to realise that the only place of reality in our lives is within the moment; and that our history is simply a container that has conditioned how we react to experience. A skill-maker, certainly, but … Read More Never Look Back?
by Steve Tanham
A beautiful set of gardening memories from Sue. The Silent Eye Long, long ago, when the world was still young and I was younger still, I moved into a house with a garden. It wasn’t much of a garden, long-deserted, overgrown and gone to seed, but my mind painted it in rainbows. Since getting married, we had lived in a flat and a ‘street … Read More Field of dreams..?
Sun in Gemini 
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