Category: Silent Eye School

Journal of the far side: 5 – Longitude 131

Longitude 131 is the place where Uluru lives. Right in the middle of nowhere… It’s 06:10 in the morning and the mercury is rising past twenty-eight degrees centigrade outside our air conditioned and life-saving room. Most of yesterday afternoon, it was over forty degrees. When they bus you in from the local airport, they tell you you’ll need a litre of water for every … Read More Journal of the far side: 5 – Longitude 131

Journal of the Far Side – 4: The 1954 Coffee Bar

The pictures on the wall tell the story – they’re an homage to how the world was in 1954, the year that Pellegrini came to Melbourne and established his iconic coffee bar.  It was also the year I was born, and a small assortment of Italian-owned coffee bars were a favourite haunt of my mother and grandmother when they met, three times a week, … Read More Journal of the Far Side – 4: The 1954 Coffee Bar

A Border-Land of Spirits…

The Eyes of Being

The Silent Eye I had wondered what the ‘experiential chord’ would be on this trip; arriving for the first time in this vast continent of Australia to spend most of January with my eldest son, our daughter-in-law, and our granddaughter, Alice, now sixteen months old. ‘Experiential chord’ is how I think of what experience does to you–for you, as it assembles the parts of … Read More The Eyes of Being

Barbarous Code…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Guard your tongue in youth, and in age you may mature a thought that will be of use to your people. – Big Chief Wabashaw *

Coming of age

Journal of the far side – Post 2: Life in Crafers West

Monday 2nd January, 2017 After a twelve-hour flight from Dubai, we arrived, late at night, in Adelaide. Medi, our daughter-in-law, collected us from the airport with much hugging. They have recently purchased a newish mid-sized four-by-four which converts to be a seven-seater, so our small stack of suitcases were easily swallowed. The first (night time) impressions were of a very California-like environment; long, straight … Read More Journal of the far side – Post 2: Life in Crafers West

A new year begins…

The Silent Eye Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore, May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul. As the wind loves to call things to dance, May your gravity by lightened by grace. Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth, May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect. As water takes whatever shape it is in, So free … Read More A new year begins…

Journal of the far side – Day 1: Dubai

My eldest son and our daughter-in-law left for a life in Australia in July of this year, taking with them our only grandchild, Alice. As recently-qualified doctors, both were dismayed by the politics being played by the UK Tory government with respect to the NHS.  They are now enjoying a life style in which they are respected professionals, and their four bedroom rented house … Read More Journal of the far side – Day 1: Dubai

Have a magical Christmas

Morecambe’s School of four-dimensional magic opens for Christmas… have a good one!

The Hill in a Dark Grove II…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* We had known for some time, courtesy of Rupert Soskin, that the resident stone of the inner chamber at Bryn Celli Ddu is part of a petrified tree trunk. * * And once we had our eye in it became apparent that other ‘chunks’ of petrified wood had been used in the construction of this chambered tomb. **…

Looking for the Light Grove…