Category: Silent Eye School
Uniform?
How uniform, so uniform Our daily tread extrudes Upon a stuff compliant To deeper wishes viewed — How uniform, so uniform But do I ever see Fragility of matter’s grip Beneath the ground that walks on me? — ©Stephen Tanham
Flight of the Seer IX…
The Silent Eye * Shortly after the ‘Leaf and Flame’ event in 2016, the outline for, The Feathered Seer, workshop took shape for us on the edge of an ancient necropolis overlooking Big Moor. The seeing that day, be it courtesy of the seasonal sun light, or more esoteric manifestations, allowed us to work out one possible function of the Barbrook 1 stone circle. … Read More Flight of the Seer IX…
The Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!)
Originally posted on Stepping Stones:
Nine Ladies Stone Circle, Stanton MoorCopyright: Graham Dunn During the exploration session on Spirit Animals, presented during The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016, one of the companions enquired about “Shape-shifting”. Since this was outside the scope of the discussion, the concept was briefly addressed without going into any real…
Three Spirit Animals in a week
Originally posted on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!:
The Fox, I have already shared. Yesterday, as I walked Jumble down the track, instinct drew me to the gate at the end (two down from the Fox Gate). I stopped. A deer stood before me, delicate and beautiful in long green grass, powered by sunlight. The Hart. So apt. Another, and indeed the first, of…
In A Vase On Monday – Simply Heavenly
Originally posted on Eliza Waters:
Ages ago, when I was in my late teens, I walked down a sidewalk along a tall wooden fence. I smelled the most heavenly scent and had to know what produced it. I boosted myself up to peer over the top and spread below me was a huge carpet of lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis). I pledged then and there…
Space for error
The Silent Eye For five years, it was Steve who was the principal writer of the annual workshops. I don’t think any of us had really considered that it would ever be otherwise. We contributed, both ideas and certain sections of the weekend, but he had established a format and set a standard. All who attended knew they could trust him to deliver. The … Read More Space for error
Unexpected Shaman (7, End) – King of Jaguar – Child of Sun
The Silent Eye They placed him on a bier and tended his bruises and the flow of blood from his elbow. Bandaged and victorious, he was carried into the Temple of the Jaguars from where, elevated high above the level of the Ball Court, he was invited to watch the start of the new game, below. He wondered if this was just for him; … Read More Unexpected Shaman (7, End) – King of Jaguar – Child of Sun
An App for a Nap
It was a page in Filofax Today it is an App Do I sleepwalk to a neck with chip To stop me taking morning nap? ©Stephen Tanham
The Derwent Valley
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The car once more full to bursting, ready for the long drive south, and my companions either back at work or heading for the airport, I went to collect Nick from the hostel, ready for a morning in the hills. There were a few things I wanted to show him before he headed south himself and…

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