Category: Silent Eye School

Solstice of the Moon – a Silent Eye Event in Scotland

The Silent Eye Maiden, Mother, Crone Solstice of the Moon Inverurie, Scotland 15th-17th September 2017 The gently undulating and fertile landscape between the foothills of the Grampian Mountains and the North Sea proved an attractive place to settle for the early Neolithic peoples colonising the furthest reaches of the British Isles. Nowhere else contains a greater concentration of late Neolithic/Early Bronze Age remains; from … Read More Solstice of the Moon – a Silent Eye Event in Scotland

An Imperious Impulse III…

Leaving Australia…

It’s going to be a wrench, leaving Australia. We’ve been here nearly a month and that’s the longest time we have ever been away from the UK. It has been a wonderful time. The star of the show has been the little lady in the buggy, above, and in the photo, below – our Granddaughter, Alice. We’ve had time to really get to know … Read More Leaving Australia…

 Journal of the far side: 9 – The Island of Impossible Life

“Welcome to Central Station…” We thought we had misheard; sitting on the back row of the four-wheel drive bus – yes, I did write 4×4 bus! There’s a picture below, just to prove it. There are four of them on Fraser Island, which is just as well because the only ‘highway’ on this 125-kilometre strip of sand is a perfectly straight eighty-kilometre beach facing … Read More  Journal of the far side: 9 – The Island of Impossible Life

 Journal of the far side: 8 – Brisbane

  Our trip to Uluru – Ayers Rock, had been a wonderful diversion from the modern – upon which so much of Australia is based. If you imagine the lower-right quadrant of a circle, our plans placed Urulu at the centre of an arc which began at Adelaide and swung clockwise (Eastward, then North) to Melbourne, Brisbane, Hervy Bay and then on to our … Read More  Journal of the far side: 8 – Brisbane

On Golden Swan #writephoto

And you may think I sail alone That white elegance is paired for life Once found But there is a deeper love Whose dancing visage Plays more games of joy Than any lover could. In deeper pools, I look for you Knowing the smiling ripples To be your face… For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Distorted reality

thoughts like clouds

Originally posted on dhamma footsteps:
POSTCARD #243: New Delhi: A photo in the photo library of the mind got lost. I had it in a special place because I wanted to use it for this post, but now it’s gone and I didn’t make a note of file name, I’ve forgotten where I’d kept it and worse still, I’ve forgotten what it looks like.…

A painter’s palette

The Silent Eye The faded flower caught my eye as I was trimming the potted plants on the windowsill. The rich shades of its life and death were so striking they would make an amazing watercolour. Appropriate, really, as the flower was an Anthurium, the painter’s palette. The heart shaped bloom seemed too beautiful to simply add to the compost so I reached for … Read More A painter’s palette

 Journal of the far side: 7 – Tjukurpa

It is, in the end, all about creation time. The meaning of this is not obvious to the Western psyche steeped in its causal logic, locked into this-to-that and the inevitable need, therefore to create this…. and the fear of not doing.  If you believe that we don’t create anything, that our role as a divinely inhabited observer is subtly different, then everything changes, … Read More  Journal of the far side: 7 – Tjukurpa

Art Club…

Journal of the far side: 6 – Dreamtime

“Mama Mala, there is man missing – a tourist. He was last seen with you!” “Yes, child, I know… the man who asked…” Sigh…”Asked, Mama? What did he ask? How did he ask?”  “Water flows between the meeting places, child. He asked to see the waters flowing…” “But he is not of the Anangu people, Mama Mala, he would not understand the ways…” “He … Read More Journal of the far side: 6 – Dreamtime